Jive 95 E

Woke up early in the morning, you could tell It was a crazy night. Bad bitch on my Left side, 'nother bad bitch on my right. Take a look under the sheets, damn, baby had Ass like a whale tail. Up in Australia, Melbourne, just to be exact, At the hotel. I think I'ma hit it again, Matter of fact, I'ma knock 'em both down. Before I get on my next flight out to Detroit to the Mo'Town, I'ma stick a clip up In my sex pistol, get to bustin' rounds. I don't know what she was grabbin' for when She was tryna reach the sky. When I stuck that dick up in her, give Her something that she gon' remember. She'll be waiting for me 'til I come back To the cities, lookin' late September. The other one was watchin', she was in a Trance lookin' at me like dinner. Wonderin' how many motherfuckin' licks that it was Gon' take her to get to the center of The blow pop. One or two or three and Don't stop. Tryna check into my flight, but a Nigga couldn't do it because the phone dropped. Woke up early in the morning, you could tell It was a brazy night. Couple grand on my Bedside, you know that these bitches pay me right. You know that these bitches praise me right, you Know that it's really me and Spice. If she don't come with a five piece, then You know the bitch was the lazy type. You know me, I keep it gangster, right? Slappin' Ods and sippin' lines. Ride around in my '50 on gold Ds like It's '89. 80s baby, got an 80s mind, Got an 80s bitch like Sheila E. Redbone when I yeet the D with the red Paint. Reach In the Westside through the Backstreets. Ha ha, it's me again. She a freak, yeah, told her bring a friend. It's three of us in a big body. Dropped a rack, now I'm in a Benz. No Snooty Fox, no Westerhave. I'm a boss, baby, we do the hills to The honeycomb where we hide out. Down Sunset where we ride out. It's the capital, it's the fuckin' B. It's the one and only, it's really me, it's, It's him. I'm the trillest OG, my nigga, get familiar with The notion. I'm recognized as a factor in these Streets 'cause I'm having motion. My mind sharp as a tack, my game smoother Than lotion. I'm staying on top of my P's And Q's while sippin' on that purple potion. Catch me Westside coastin', cruisin' 'round in Somethin' clean. Sippin' on the juice, chuckin' up The deuce when you see me out on the Scene. I'm steady stackin' that green, workin' on a Triple beam. I ain't even a Muslim, Bitch, but I'm still on my deen, you know What I mean? 'Cause I been outside, and bitch, I been down for mine for three decades gettin' It. Some of the dudes I started with couldn't Hang, man, and they end up quittin' it. But trust me, this game ain't for everybody 'cause It's a whole lot of shit in it. But as long as there's breath in my lungs And I got a tongue, then I'ma keep spittin' It. So I tapped in with Wordy and Spice 1, AKA my nigga Chico. And we ran through this game, kickin' everybody ass Like we had a cheat code. We known for goin' hard solo, but now we Hittin' niggas three fold. And we throwed, that's why you can't fuck with Us, man, 'cause we go by the G code.