[A.G.]

Now once I flick my bick, and the dutch get lit

Bloodeye spit, like you bust my shit

Will it never happen, I'm forever rappin'

I clap 'em, and dead 'em

Send 'em home packing, for acting

The black's in

Ease the pain just like tunacting

Honey is fine as a fuck, plus she snuck the mack in

Guess what, next up, she turn assassin

Along with, thirty of my dirty niggaz, blastin'

I hear em platinum callin', and worldwide touring

You want hoes? Come to any show I'm performing

You rob me tonight? You want make it to the morning

Rolled up on 'em, when this killers froze up on 'em

And I came with a whole truck for 'em

Try to tell 'em, that he got no bucks they won't bust for 'em

And if shit get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz

Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors

But no weed, we hold figgaz

And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat



[Chorus x2]

It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling

Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling

Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping

My niggas get ya dirt on



[A.G.]

Now some cats in the hood wear shorts for draws

Sweats for longjohns, tryin' to get their warm on

I'm strong on, any song I perform on

Get papes, celebrate like the date I was born on

I spit blood and get love, sip Bud and flip cus

them niggas wanna leave me twisted like the spliff does

But I react, hoes in ya head watch ya shit flood

Like Noa's Ark, blunts burnin' like Jona Fark (?)

I squeeze with ease like Tone and Mark

We (?) demolish straight from (?)

Deeper than knowledge

Equipped to speak at ya college

You kill me fronting when I'm for really coming

Carravans packed up with my mans in 'em

'Cause I really want em

It's all good like Willy Hunting

Watch my diamonds glitter, I sit back and really realize

That I'm the nigga, they wanna know me

If you feel me, come show me

Is it really real? Or 'cause I know Pun and Joey

Yeah my shit shine my sunny Rolly

It couldn't hold me, if you was thick like Shaq or quick like Kobe

Show & A get the love, my niggaz mix the ? with the Bud

Show the dirty don and mister Mud

Chicks give quickies and flicks in clubs, so hit the dutch

And if shit get hectic, I'm calling mo' niggaz

Goldgetters, golddiggaz get no liquors

But no weed, we hold figgaz

And we so cheat (?), and we hold heat



[Chorus x2]

It was a weekend night and my niggas is chilling

Burners in the bushes and the Lexus spilling

Blunts getting blazed, mad chicks is tripping

My niggas get ya dirt on