(feat. Grip)



Oh yeah, y'know Kev (whassup boy?)

We was out ridin the other day

Rollin a livin room on 20's y'know (right)

Just just ridin, tryin to fuckin with a bitch or sum'n y'knowhatImean?

(That's right, that's right) And this bitch starin me up and down

Had the nerve enough to say to me (what's that?)

I see you peekin but you ain't speakin (what?)



[Verse One]

Damn a nigga can't talk I thought my, game was fine

Feel like I can't walk and chew gum at the same time

Take aim and train, nigga mold a girl

Unfold the game, and then control her world

But niggaz they be ass-kissin, givin them ends

Lettin broke-ass bitches even live in the Benz

But that's a no-no, nigga what you tryin to do?

Homey those hoes 'sposed to be supplyin you

Got the game all crossed up (uhh) no doubt

Gave your change to a toss-up (damn) and sold out

Nigga you could buy pussy but you can't buy love

I don't, know what you squares be thinkin of

Savin hoes like "Braveheart"

Eatin pussy must be your fuckin trademark, ha ha!

Let your superhater powers just activate

Cause I'm the playa y'all niggaz just love to hate



[Chorus: x2]

Is it love or what?  Straight pimpin

Niggaz be fuckin up - they simpin

Take a bitch all the way home y'all (all the way home y'all)

'Sposed to make 'em catch the bus (got 'em into the bus)



[Verse Two]

I'm talkin garlic, crab with the noodles

What happened to 7/11 for some Doritos and red hot burritos?

Now niggaz is straight flossin for the tossin

No more hot wing and nuggets with the sweet and sour sauce'n

it's all about the cheddar, who got the cheese

Can I have some more ice for my Cristal please?

Used to take 'em to Reno now it's all the way to Vegas

No more Motel 6, dumb bitch think she struck it rich

They say that game is to be sold and not told

But game has been financed with a lapdance

Bringin 'em back stage all up in the studio sessions (hehehe)

I guess niggaz ain't learned they lesson

about the game cause it's all bad with corruption

Nigga finger fuckin lickin without the dick in

Well if you don't know, now you know

It's time to let a ho be a ho



[Chorus]



[phone rings]

Hello?  (Hey somebody paged?)

Nigga this me!  (Oh whassup baby?)

I got a flat tire, could you come get me?

(Sheeit you betta get yo' ass on the bus!)

[dial tone]



[Verse Three: Grip]

Catch the bus?  Shit, what the hell you mean?

I just call the next pimp to pick me up from the scene

It ain't no thang homeboy you know that's a fact

Cause when I swang, I have a nigga on his back

Sittin on his face, we at his place

By the way trick, how that taste?  You know with game I stay laced

He keep my neck and wrists shinin with diamonds

And I laugh at a bitch, claimin that's her men pervin

Bizznitches be havin they homies thinkin they pimpin

Get 'em all alone they start simpin, big trickin, ass lickin

Tongue all in the clit

Can't even get hard and steady braggin about his dick, sheeit

You ain't heard?  Quit tryin to shotcall, you a nerd homey

Get shot to the curb homey off that herb homey

and it got you runnin your mouth

But I'm Grip and like bowlin pins I'm knockin 'em out



[Chorus x2]



Whassup baby?  Oh you got a flat tire?

Don't trip, I got a can of Fix-a-Flat in the trunk

Matter fact you can take my spare

Hehe, I still got you