[Cig:]

Hot, hot, hot. Yeah! Let me show you how we do things 'round here man.

Cig, Formz, yeah.



[Cig:]

I'm either blowin' out a sack, or blowin' out a back

Or flowin' on a track, or knowin' that I mac

Or blowin' on her crack, or grabbin' on her rack

And tellin' New York that the East Coast is back

See, it's from the window to the walls

And I'm lookin' for a chick to grab on my balls

Fuck her and leave her in a bathroom stall

And give her a fake name and a number to call

I'm straight through the whore, hate on my shine

I'm straight through the door while you wait on the line

I'm straight with the raw, they hate on my grind

I'm straight with the 4 aimed at your spine

See, I'm a baller, I puff with the best

I don't call her till I get to bust on her breasts

They stack taller, till they get snuffed in the chest

Act tough with a vest, till they snuffed with a Wes, so!



[Chorus: x2]

Y'all wanna ride with me, she wanna slide with me

Y'all gettin' high with me, so tell 'em where you from, tell 'em where you from



[J Formz:]

I'm sayin', me and my boys and you and your girls

Hop in the car, we'll be in our own little world

Dome out the car, you be a rider and smoke

And don't even try deep throatin' my shit, you'll probably choke

We could just fuck, your girls know what's up

When my man throws on his beats and we turn that shit up

Me and Cig on a track, we could just freestyle

So nice, we gettin' bitches numbers faster then speed dial

So mami realize that you chillin' with a don

Who works magic with his boys when the beat come on

A little drunk, liquored up, and twisted off that Hazey

I come in for 50 seconds and drive 'em all crazy

No one plays me, I'm well known in the streets

So don't be scurred cause mami you're safe with me

It's G-Town from the start, to the heart

So ride with me and watch blunt after blunt get sparked



[Chorus]



[Cig:]

G-Town gon' ride tonight, Brooklyn gon' ride tonight

Queens, Bronx, get high tonight, so tell 'em where you from, tell 'em where you from



[Cig:]

G-Town dog, where we got a passion

For bashin' your ass in, smashin' and dashin'

Got cash in the stash, while you're gashin'

Left in band aids like Nelly, but not for fashion

Call me Cigathin, I bring the biddies in from Binghamton

They big and thin, I'm diggin' twins and riggin' wins, Cig's in Timbs

Ugh, I'm a stoner

Jeans, white Yanks fitted, drink Carona

We drunk, she moans while I bone her

Xanax, Bud Ice, her necks filled with ice

In the hood, roll dice, in the woods, puff twice

Step to this kid you might lose your life

You took advantage of the fact you had your life, so!



[Chorus]



[Cig:]

Ghostown! Yeah. We ain't playin' no games out here man, this is some

real shit man. So grab a drink and follow me to the dance floor. Formz I see you

man, pimpin' that bitch over there, word. Hot, hot, hot