Walk up in the session wit my dick in my hand

Fat sweet in my mouth, 24 ounce can

Ain't got no time for all yesterday he say she say

Pull out the B-Tape give it to the DJ

My eyes are tight and shinin cuz I'm smokin some kill

Dont look at me go buy some drinks call up some hoes if u will

I see its nothin but a party oh well I guess that I'm the host 

aint nobody got no more weed its time to smoke

Keep that B rollin, you see everybody's holdin they own

you know I got to bust at least 2 or 3 before I'm gone

But theres always 1 in the crowd rappin loud 

all in the niggaz mouth for all them bitches and cowards

With the East coast flow West coast body language

Don't know nothin bout the South tryin to find someone to hang wit

Man when you finish flowin, or whatever the fuck you doin

Holla at me I'll be in the bathroom boo boo'n



Had to get away needed some time to chill 

so I bought a 59 and got behind the wheel

Scooped up a fat sack of kill I'll be drivin a while 

takin 2 or 3 pulls every 5 or 6 miles

I can't wait to see my road dogs you know how we do it

Just like a case of beer piece of cotton through one right through it

And all the bitches know me I hit quite a few they be glad to see me Niggaz don't give 'em dick like I do

I bust about 2 then they tell they friends then I'm in 

with my french tickler makin they pussy lips lips grin

And there's always one in the crowd

Talkin loud found out I fucked her cousin 

Now she runnin her mouth leavin notes on my windshield 

I'm a bitch I'm a hoe 

Early in the mornin bitches knockin at my mamas door

Mama please when you finish whatever that you doin 

who ever that is tell I'm in the bathroom boo boo'n



I got a visit from an old friend fresh out the county 

he said he came up on a lick and he was glad that he found me

He had some new niggas wit him full of drink and lookin sweaty 

Cockin gats back talkin bout, "Come on D man you ready?"

It's a house down the street about two doors down 

they sell weed and they least got 2 whole pounds

Man all we gots to do is hit this ride and we cool

Let's fuck his wife and take his weed and bust on that fool

We can all come up what ever we get we split 

aint nobody sayin nothin aint nobody seen shit

So let's pile up five deep in your 'llac

He'll know that it's you, D, and he won't think it's a jack

Man you must be smokin crack you dont know who dat is 

that nigga work for HBD been sellin weed round here for years

So whenever you finish plottin, schemin whatever you doin 

Wait for me I'll be in the bathroom boo boo'n