(feat. Allah Real, Angie Neil, Buddah Bless, Eyeslow, ...)



[Chorus: Eyeslow (Angie Neil)]

One cup of Henny's, got me feeling good

Two cup of Henny's, got the dick on wood

Three cup of Henny's, got me stumblin', whoadee

Four cups, yeah, now it's a party

Work your body, jerk your body

But please don't hurt nobody

Work your body, jerk your body

(But please don't hurt nobody)



[Eyeslow]

I crack an L, when I roll it up, I puff inhale

Exhale, while I hold my nuts

I count the knot, while I fold it up

I put Queens on the spot, yeah, now watch me blow it up

I used to be a little nigga, now I'm growin' up

I'm buck, plus in the whip, yo, I throw the clutch

Gettin' nice on the bike, yo, I throws it up

Livin' in the fast lane, I'm a soldier, what?

I got the ice with the colder cut, got the dice to the point

That every time that I roll, it's bucks

I got the mic to the point, that every time

That I flow, is nuts

I'm livin' life, like blow a butt

Four-five cigars keep niggaz rollin' up

Four-five cars deep, when we rollin' up

Four-five in the jeep, leave you foldin' up

Four-five-six, freaks on these swollen nuts

Come here, bitch, let me hold your bust

Turn around, bend down, yeah, now let me mold ya butt

It ain't nuthin' but a g-string, baby

Two big butt cheeks going crazy

I got that leak with the colder cut

Anytime you smell the stink in the air, man, you know it's us

We get the drink and the head, man, you know we drunk



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[Buddah Bless]

I'm all that, and a bag of chips

I'm all that, and a four-five mag of clips

On the strength, it'll hit you from a block away

Got a cousin that'll rip you out in Rockaway

Got a brother that's locked away, ya'll niggaz was hot

Yesterday, but you're not today

Had rocks yesterday, you don't got today

Had the block yesterday, where the block today?

I'mma stop smoking and drinking, but not today



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[Interlude: Panama P.I.]

Pimp left, pimp right, pimp left, pimp right

Left, it's going down, right, pimp left, pimp right



[Hot Flames]

You can catch Flames at the bar, where the drinks

And the chicks at, Don P, walk by, you know I gotta get that

Throw a few lines, maybe later I can hit that

Fuck 'em low cups, bartender, where the pimp at?

Hen' on the rocks, got me tipsy

Old flame sayin' she missed me, tried to kiss me

I get that, Dutchies being rolled up, dog, let me hit that

Before the bounce, we smell it and then we gotta clip that

Open mic got up on the stage, and I ripped that

Now I'm in the bathroom, chicks lickin' where my dick at

Haters wanna kill me, all they do is grill me

Niggaz that step up, get beat down quickly

Play the wall, only if a chick there with me

Beat her in the head, til the chick feel silly

Throwin' lines, like 'ma, I don't want you to blow

And I know you got a man, we crush on the low, you know?'



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[Panama P.I.]

Bitches get pierced like belly buttons

All my peeps and my fam in the telly fuckin'

And the d's and the feds can't tell us nothing

So if you rollin' with the God, let's do something

Come on, with an L in my hand, I write a hell of a jam

We may have a knife, but we better than fam

Every time you see the Gods, they like where's the charm?

If you knock 'em out the park, like Barry Bonds

I got a, scary pops and a scary moms

And I fuck with the hood, til we carry arms

Started personal, and I can't stand these dudes

Just for speaking man-to-man, they starting family feuds



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[Hook 2X: Allah Real]

Step into the club

Where there's sex and lot of drugs

And the thugs, they love, to, bust slugs, ohhh