Verse One:




PSK Scooped Me Up Now It's Time To Roll



Creepin Through South Park On A Beama Patrol



I Got The Hoes In The Wind Just Lost My Beeper At The Flick



Damn Fuck It I Guess None Of My Hoes Won't Be Pagin Me



But It's Friday And I'm Tight Tryin To Find Some Mo Drugs



(Wreckless Pay For Tongue Red) Man They Be Hatin Me At The Club



But I'ma Roll Wit The Click



'Cuz They Might Get In Some Shit



Another Night Another Fight



Especially Fuckin Around Wit This Site



But It's All Good 'cuz I'm Down For Whatever And I Mean It



To The One's That Don't Know It Asks The One's That Done Seen It



You'll Respect Me I'ma Respect You



That's That Ain't Nothin New



Black And Red's The Set I Claim I Even Got Homies That's Down Wit Blue



So Watch Yourself In That Zone



When It's Time To Get It On



The Blanksta In The House Creepin Up On A Come Up (gotta Make That



Money Man) Like Bone



You Wanna Get Blow



Don't Be Scared To Scream (holla At Me Boy)



'Cuz Everybody In The Parklot Be Askin Me




Chorus:




I Wanna Get High Wit The Blanksta Pleeease



Just Chillin Hit The Sweet Young Gs



We Just Blowin Big Killa Wit My Niggas (oh Yeah)



Blowin Big Killa Wit My Niggas[x2]




Verse Two:




After The Club What's The Haps



Stop N Go To Rob The Japs



Bitches Jammed In The Car



I Even Have Two Hoes On My Lap



Blowin Big



Takin Swigs



Drinkin Serve Smokin Sticks (oh Shit)



I Just Hope We Don't Go To Jail For Rapin One Of These Bitches



Lights Out It's Quiet Now



Somebody Yell SWITCH



I Heard A Glass Hit The Floor



And Out Screamed A BIATC