The Huddle E

All the real ones clicking up like the fake. Niggas in trouble, call the huddle for the true PIs. The Goose bubbles, Cartier frames, And AP watches. The showstoppers, Palace GORE-TEX and Prim sweat Suits. My whole closet, everything I cop, I pay it in full. It's no deposit, Never did a down payment. I want it, then I bought it. If I want the bitch then nigga, Yeah, I'll knock her. Test drove it, put the cash in his hand, Then I got it. Looking at the Q8 on The Audi. Yo, Mohammed, I like this shit. I'll be back in a week if I want It. On my way to Miami, got a bitch From Opa-Locka who take me for Cuban. Eat Rubins on Clearwater, jet-skiing. Then I'm back on the yacht like, "Let's party." She love to call me daddy, but you know I ain't a father. Baby girl, that ain't enough. You need to go a little harder. Use your mouthpiece, bitch. Pay the lobby a little longer. The way I had the two of four took A hit, was like the Carter, except it wasn't No damn smokers. It was nothing but John had It going up like Adelitas in Tijuana. None of my bitches on drugs, just water and Marijuana. Keep a clear head, bitch. Don't get me mad and grow a deer head, Bitch. Way to Too late for the introduction. Pardon the interruption, about to take over the Whole discussion. South Central '80s, Baby. More bounce to the ounce, that's how you Get paid. Shootout, dominoes, six-foes, And some Tanqueray. Soul of the soulless, redrum in my veins. Candy paint the Range, nigga, 'cause I been looking For change. Ghetto lifestyle, and the hood don't Change. You better watch your moves or you lose Your frame. Check one, two. Oatmeal, something you can't contain. The cross is back, the floss is back. Been bosses, ask Gotti. Nigga, that's a fact. Ratchets at the Rucker. Where the ratchets at? Split the pick and roll behind the back. Damn, that boy good. Nigga, I told you that. Kyrie in the trap, can you handle that? Bowls for my foes, European fashion handoffs on the Road. Swap meet shoes, white socks, Gold toes. South Central monster, Bear bad news. I'm a problem. Oatmeal, get a bowl. What's your topping? What do you think? Go for the three? Just give me the goddamn ball. All right. Brown right motion, tail slant. Get 'em in, Jones. Baby. Come on. All right. One time, Let's go. All right, everybody, now's the time. Brown right motion, tailback slant. Let's put the women and children to bed and Go looking for fucking dinner, all right? On one. Ready? All right, this is the season as they've come To the line of scrimmage.