I put the pedal to the medal

When I, mash out

And push your face in the pillow

When I, lash out

If you cash out, baby what do you get?

You got the same ol' dick cuz you done got whipped



You keep your chips in the game, think you last long

And spend every extra minute with your glass bong

You gettin' tact with your wig pulled back

I'm good in the sack like aphrodisiac



You see baby, that's what they say

And high prices, is what they pay

For a little dime bag, or ziploc

And get with friends or girlfriends

They keep their lip locked



She wore high socks and short ass skirts

And gettin' good head, was one of the perks

It works, and even though you was all gravy

Had to cut you off cuz ya ain't my lady



Get ya ass up, I don't care what you feelin'

Gotta go, this rap game is like drug dealin'

Long nights and short stints of sleep

Gotta keep my cuddies close, and try to [?] me

They laughin' at me cuz I like heavy women

They cappin' on me, but wish I would roll wid 'em



E, I live dangerously

Just another playboy who's suddenly seen

You know what I mean

Every day is a [?] race

Get a breezy, get her sprung off the cock taste

See these hoes never amaze me

Talkin' shit cuz they crazy



Who, is you tryin' to be?

Ooh, I know it ain't Smoov-E

Who, is gon' get you tact?

Better move, here comes the big bomb sack