Sag E

If I stays real 'bout my game, yo brother, Can I sag? If you want to If I Wanna show a peek of my G-string, baby, Sag? If you want to If I wanna flaunt My style, brother, can I sag? If you want to If I wanna keep an F on the DL, baby, can I sag? If you want to 1976, big hair, small pants Everybody did the bump Dance and little ooh, chants Dashikis and big afros And Heatwave playin' on your stereo But what about Them polyester three-piece suits Seamless with the Platform boots? Mr. Pimp Daddy in a photo hog Had to grab Your crotch because your pants was tight, dog But Squeezin' my balls ain't cool I ain't got kids, So I need my tools No more Mental Art Shoppin' at the mall 'Cause they pushin' Ben Davis At the swap meet, y'all And now my Disney Got space To sit in the right place and Swell on a freak's face But don't try to Give chase when I got a stash I gotta Shoot 'cause when you sag, you can't run fast, Huh And my drawers has gots to stay clean, Fella 'Cause when you sag, they often seen, Willa I don't know about your Kleins and your Tight shorts Your girl might jock, but your dick Is like crushed pulp Because your pants is too Tight, genius Your shirt's tucked in, you wanna Smother your penis But I got room to breathe, Keepin' my hand and knees Oh, saggin' ass khakis If I stays real 'bout my game, yo brother, Can I sag? If you want to If wanna Show a peek of my G-string, baby, can I Sag? If you want to If I wanna flaunt My style, brother, can I sag? If you want to If I wanna keep an F on the DL, baby, can I sag? If you want to The sag'll make you stagger with a big boss Swagger Lean to the left, pose like a true Mack And parents in the suburbs trip 'Cause they Kids got they 501s droopin' off they hips In The 'burbs, it's a style thing But for me, It's a thing about my ding-a-ling hang Got my Fly unzipped, cool breeze on my tip So to Hell with the snug fit, let the pants slip Kinda sloppy, plus the cops wanna stop me and Drop me Because my pants hang and I'm cocky Stereotypes got my whole hood naggin' But you don't Talk that shit when your plumber be saggin' So I'ma go on and strut my black butt And Keep my BVDs in your face, so what's up? Got room for my four-by-four Desert Eagle It's not Illegal, so don't try to be no hero Because You don't like my look You call me a Crook, but your pants is in your nook-nook So When I'm watchin' my truck, I bend over You Get closer, sniff, now that's crack If I stays Real 'bout my game, yo brother, can I sag? If you want to If I wanna show peek My G-string, baby, can I sag? If you want to If I wanna flaunt my Style, brother, can I sag? If you want to If wanna keep an F The DL, can I sag? If you want to Crease beyond belief, It's your chief boot-knocker Suckers'll mock you, But they can't stop you But I don't sag 'cause I'm cool I got a gut, so I Gotta give it room, fool So ease my Biz Up to my knee huts And what's up, young Buck? Your shit don't sag tough I'm droopin' like A baller as I dismiss punks When my mom Comes around, I pull 'em up, I can't front The bourgeois girls can't take The way I hang Loose, front up tight and fake But my middle Is long and my game is strong So why Play, Mr. Prep? Get your sag on And when I walk, I can feel things swingin' Played out Cops still claimin' I'm slangin' My T-shirt's a Triple-X, a straight lace back My pants droop Saggin' tough with my Gore-Tex If I stays real 'bout my game, yo brother, can I sag? If you want to If I wanna show a Peek of G-string, baby, can I sag? If you want to If I wanna flaunt my Style, brother, can I sag? If you want to If I wanna keep an F on the DL, baby, can I sag? If you want to Switch it Up Uh Uh