Uh, yo, pick up the music a little bit
For my nigga, Filero on this biatch
Yo, what's up, what's up JC
Man it's real man, here we go


I'ma have to smoke, I'ma have to fucking toke
Keep it in my lungs like an inside joke
No damn hope, I loc with the game
Got married at the crack hotel in south man
Holler if you feel me, wet like willy
Got my own island like that little nigga Gilly
And the dang Skipper, fucking that Ginger
Could of played proball but I got injured
Man I wouldn't kid you, I'ma throw dew
Got a fine bitch in the 6-0-2
It's more on the menu, I'ma get in you
You watch Ms. America, I fucked Ms. Virginia
I'm known to burst, skip go to church
Got the block hotter than your girlfriend penurch
I'ma scrape the curbs with my brand new twenties
Go buy some more cause to me they just pennies
I won two emmys, man I win awards
Got so much heat I could open up your pours
Fresh out the county, fresh like downy
Now my mama high, cause she ate my weed brownies
Now she tripping calling 9-1-1
I'm sad cause she called me a what a bad son
But I promise it's gone wear off soon
Do what I do and just watch some cartoons
I'm on calhoun, sometimes I feel used
Cause a hoe just want to get in my fruit of the loom
I'm about the shrooms, I'ma spread the news
SPM undefeated can't lose
Hit the dank smooth, all night long
I love mama tattooed on my arm
Dopehouse charm, with the diamonds in it
I'ma fuck Missy Elliot for one minute
Then I be finished, I smoke spinach
Just like Popeye except a little different
I sell reggie but I smoke hydro ponic
I got more brown bags than shoes and sonic
Man I'm on it, I mean I'm on my hustle
Never love a bitch cause I just don't trust her
Never popped the question, I'ma stay a bachelor
I'm in the kitchen flipping cookies with my spatula
Do what I have to, on the third chapter
Talk with my glock when I come holler at you
Call me the greaser, roach and a tweezer
Don't fuck with that nigga cause he's a
Motherfucking killer out the Hilla, cocaine dealer
Get my shit off a eighteen wheeler
My niggas, niggas, bar sippers
Now I'm packing flippers, large old flippers


Roll 80 vogues till them hoes start clacking
If you want to jack, I got something for you
Not the chimmy change for the beans and rice
Then to the store I need a 40 on some dice
Hillwood hustler, never caught sleeping
Caught another case so I got to call my lawyer
Got a fine chick that look just like Latoya
Run you out my city like them Tennessee Oilers


You can play hockey, I'ma play hookie
On the mic niggas say that I'm the dookie
They trying to shoot me, cause I'm making movies
Went gold twice, buy ice and rubies
I'ma eat at Lugies, save my doobies
She in a D cup cause I bought them boobies
I'ma take the tuna, shoes are puma
I'ma go on vacation to Blue Lagoona
Cause I like to scuba, on the island Aruba
I'ma eat a bowl of beans and I'ma play the tuba
See I'm awful throwed, y'all should also know
That I'm with a swamp thing and Papa Dough
And he frozen, got the what house on the ocean
Fuck her in the ass with some suntan lotion
All in the open, where people could see
My nextdoor neighbor's taking pictures of me
I'm a powerful man, I bought a house on the sand
Bought the lot and told the cops get off of my land
With my barbie, I'ma throw a party
They want my autograph but I don't got a sharpie
No more bacardi, I'm drunk I need some coffee
About to throw up bitch get the fuck off me
But anyway man, hold them up, who is you
You ain't my girlfriend, my girlfriend was wearing blue
But you suck a good dick, so I won't say shit
Then I saw the bitch kissing on my boy Nick
But what he don't know ain't gone hurt him though
But hold up when he hear this song he'll be swoll
Man, I'ma have to tell him that his album sucks
And he shouldn't buy it or even listen to it once
So let it be a lesson any girl that you meet
Take her to the store and tell that bitch to brush her teeth

Smoke on the kill popped up on three wheel
want another peel naw nigga I'ma chill
gone off the X its the SP-Mex
just made 2 twenty-thousand dollar bets
hoes wanna speak nah I need a freak
I be freestyle flowing in my sleep
out to Hous-tone that's my dam home
I like to get high I need a bowl of Honeycomb
Man put em up man I can't quit
I need a forty and a forty cigarette
down for my raza mira lo que pasa
when it get hot I'ma have to buy a raspa
maybe orchata check my palabras
I like girls with the real pretty patas
Ima throw vato back to chase gato
SPM mean South Park Mojado
1 in a billion V-12 engine
in the same city with Destiny's Children
I'm off the rocka peace to Lil' Papa
I be the ship its better shamda kaka
I'ma take a picture of you're but naked sister
and my killas got more pliers than wrencha
gangsta gangsta read all about it
22 holes in ya' brand new outfit
feestyle flow is all I come with
I don't give a fuck ya'll stupid dumb bitch
in the land of g's smoking QP's
Smoke on kill I'ma smoke trees
man I get crunked do what with my thang
swang lang lang in the mothafucking brain
dumb diddy dum did I did I get dumb
I'ma get my gun I'ma shoot off your thumb
Shoot you in the buns I mean the dam ass
I'ma get a glass and than pull up some rasp
mothafucking berry with a lil cherry
my mothafuckin niggas is so dam very
so dam very mothafuckin scary
with the mothafucking what what the Dirty Harry
I'ma say hi to my favorite cities
I dont even care if they what little bitty
I get on my knees and I thank the Lord
whipping boys down with my microphone cord
swurl to the world diamonds and pearls
all my girls died like Devirl Ashurl
straw to the nose curl up my toes
selling that cane to them buttnaked hoes
man I aint foolish but I do talk to bullets
better tell ya boys to cool it
cause I grab it and I pull it man


As I look up at the sky
my eye starts bliking a tear drops my eye
my body temperature falls
I'm shakin can they break in
tryin to save a dog


Man I put it down I aint tryin to trip
but I talk shit in the syrup I'ma sip
peace to Lil' Flip and my big homie Hump
Hillwood Cloverland Sunnyside aint no pump
??

Stop at the store make my bitch pump the gas
And when we get home bitch you fitting to cut my grass
In my cutlass, 1982
My baby mama tell me Los I ain't afraid of you
Fuck you during 15 percent of all my skrilla
Man that's the mother of my children I can't kill her
So I break bread and proceed to get head
From a blonde bitch but her pussy hair red
Strawberry patch got my back scratched up
These other niggas rapping but they can't catch up
I'm blessed by the lord, Trinity keybord
Peace to Filero representng Freeport
I'ma rock the casper, cold as Alaska
I'm sipping on a twoza and a twelve ounce shasta
Docha Cabanna on my Nana Republic
I keep my shit rugged cause the real niggas love it
What's the rock cooking, nah I'm cooking rock
Got my bitch working at the butt naked spot
I'ma bunny hop my new drop out the shop
Peace to Big Chief from the what, Rap-A-Lot
I'ma hogging dog while I creep in the fog
Pull out my dick and tell my bitch I need a job
If you want service, I'm at 1-800-Murders
Flipping chickens while you niggas flipping cheeseburgers
I'm sipping on Durbas, wetter than some surfers
Man I'm so bad I should join the fucking circus
Snatching hoes purses, hope my luck reverses
I'ma take the two piece with the biscuit from Churches
No way the churches could ever clean my paper
Tell my mom I love her, tell my dad I don't hate you
Soy Carlos Coy ese vato es bien loco
Seventeen ki's and started off with one ocho


We kick in doors, we robbing stores
Creep 64's, welcome to gangsta life
Packing beams, destroying dreams
Sag dickie jeans, we make them see the light
In studios, with mafios, fuck jazzy hoes
It just don't ever stop, so industry, prepare for me
That double C, my nuts is all I got


I walk in the club niggas stare at me
Bitch you got something you want to share with me
Can't we just all live mare-ly
Motherfuckers just wishing they could burry me
I pull my quete, mom say I'm just like my jefe
Creeping my carrucha, banging screw
Tropa F, soy el S P M for my jente
They want me on the billboard to say got leche
Remember me from Reveille, X bitch was bare-ly
Everytime a nigga got shot cops questioned me
Teenage murderer, gat named Ursla
Chunked her and the baker she the bitch they searching for


Rolling out the hood, I came from the impossible
Up a long gonna make it to a Conoco
And if I did, what makes you think I'd have the dough
Hollering like that, is making me unstoppable
I'ma drop a fool and let him feel these things
Ghetto vero pack a fero show you who I am
I'ma make a change, didn't show the game
Want to know my name, and you heard of me
I don't love a bitch, and motherfuck a hoe
Work at Stop-&-Go, cool like an eskimo
Down to shovels, no, and blizzard blind the game
No more dying, this pusher just can't be in vein
I'ma see it, believe it we gone beat this man
In the streets of game, this shit can't stay the same
Steadily praying man, Diosito spread the wealth
He said Juanito, dope is gonna sell itself




That's all I got in this, dirty, dirty fucking game
Uh, slanging cocaine, uh, and pack my little thang, uh
I got a nice aim, uh, it's about money, fuck fame
It ain't no shame, I'ma come down sun or rain
S.P. motherfucking mexicano, actin bad one throwed vato
From H-Town to Colorado, uh, that's my mato
I rock hoes, I rock shows, I pop foes, what's the deal
We in this bitch freestyling [laughs]

It's for real, they want to know why all these haters is talking about me
and talking nonsense, This is Uchie with my man Filero
Dopehouse Records, Shut Em Down, listen to this


And we want to know why these haters keep playing with me oh yah
(Hey and we want to know why these suckers they talk about me)
And we want to know why these haters keep playing with me oh no
(Listen, and we want to know why these haters keep playing with me)


I'ma smoke kill, I'ma do what I can
I'ma help them find that nigga up in Afghanistan
I represent the hood, Benz what I push
Just bought a house right next to George Bush
In River Oaks, it's the nigga Los
In the club drunk, nah nigga I'm fin to go
In my 64 candy what Impala
Fall to my knees and give all praise to Allah
Still I blow big and I don't like pigs
I'm trying to put my trailor on MTV Cribs
But they say it's too small, not enough coverage
But I got two bedrooms and a brand new oven
I'm puffing and I'm pounding, I'm high as a mountain
You could tell I'm fucked up when you hear my album
The cadillac boucing I drunk my bitch a thousand
In the mall balling while you motherfuckers browsing, ha ha




This green is so delicious, mom's still bitching
Why don't you ever listen and rap like a christian
Mom you know I'm thugging there ain't no fucking hope
The only time I run is when I'm running dope
I shake it and I shook it, what you think I'm stupid
Cause I smoke kill and my dick's fucking crooked
Well fuck you too, I'ma call my crew
Pack a 22 if you want some beef stu
Sipping 80 Proof, chugging duece out the roof
Stomp a nigga down and wipe his shit off my boot
I'm at 3-25 if you want more than 50
But I don't slang wiggy or that Milly Venillie
I'm strictly moving carpet, on the black market
Cause hoes talk to pigs like a spider named Charolette
Valet park it, 600 starship
Will this be cash, naw bitch you could charge it, ha ha




I'm smoking on that doja, for my bitch Rosa
I signed her love poster then she gave me the panocha
Dopehouse soldier I feel I'm getting closer
Peace to Faith up in that Atlanta Georgia
Coopa Cabanna, this song is a jammer
I like to get drunk and start dancing like Hammer
Loose dickie sagger, no I'm not a bragger
Sometimes shave my head like the what Marvin Haggler
Ya bitch I done had her, my dick gone gag her
Squeeze her and I grab her, while I creep in a jagger
Yab-a-dab-a-do it's the Mr. Flinstone
20 inch chrome aimed straight and hit dome
Leave my click alone unless you want your shit gone
No chest no brains and no way to get home
You want to be hard, I'll freeze your body up
Five days in the dirt, I'm sure you'll soften up, ha ha yo




What I'm talking about, this is Uchie and Filero On the beat ya heard me
Y'all gone hear from me in a little bit, uh
And y'all ready for this, I'm going to do a little freestyle
While everyone is here watching me, uh listen


Hold up, Uchie in the cut
Coming through the hood with my niggas in the truck
And away uh from the school and the fools and the nuts
I'ma tell ya right now we one balling never stuck
And bitches show me love with some hugs and kisses
Maybe cause the wheels on my right is 20 inches
Maybe cause I ducked and some hard hitting lyrics
Or mabe cause my name is at the top and they wished it
Cause I come a long way, and I'm here to stay
That Dopehouse Records til I die or my fame
We got Screwston sippers they be microphone rippers
Them creepers and crawlers artists are the hardest
Throwdest shot callers, bone ass killers
And if ya ready to go to war we got some throwed ass dealers, I'm out

I'm meetin up with the governor
3-2 and the Hillwood Hustla
Comin straight out the head though
From the brain representin my ghetto
Its a trip how they die young
In the hood in my Cadillac flyer, thru the 'Wood
Wit my homie Iatola in the Clover
Pink soda mind of a noter
Lean on my shoulder slang coca
20 g'z on my team Villanova
Blow marijuana in the sauna
While my niggas move dope on the corner
V-12 motor vida loca
Now your bitch trying to give me her panocha
Fat sweet roller in my trocka
And my girl called the cops cuz I choked her
Copa Cabana thankin Santa
For the keyboard that came wit the sampler
Turn up the Clarion wit the stelly on
She wit me cuz I am the champion


Its the same ol story though
Nigga died cuz he fucked wit the wrong hoe
Its the sign of the times man
By second thank God that I'm alive man
Peace to my dead g's
Fell short trying to stack up they benjis
In the midst and the fog
Boys wanna squab
All on my dick like corn on the cob
You aint shit but a job for one of my killer
How many niggas must die by the trigga
Im a sipper ima swerver first degree murder
Smoke a fried stick and get wetter than a surfer
No reversing my nature 90 pounds on my pager
I dont love you I dont hate you but I will misplace you
In the gutter for the fuck of it
Gangsta nigga chuggin shit candy on my mothership
And haters they can suck a dick


So this what it came to yall the same crew
Old friends Southeast niggas claim blue
But I dont gangbang I claim no color
She lost her son what if that was your mother
I sit back in my '92 blue 'Lac
And I support foundations like LULAC
I went to Alma in second ward offa Sherman
That was back when niggas jammin to Pee Wee Herman
Smokin with my teacher but not the preacher
I remember fuckin Liz on the bleachers
1986 wasnt making hits
I was chasing chicks having bad relationships
Now I fuck Asian bitches fine Haitian bitches
Romanian Italian some fucking bang delicious
I went from pain to rich and I remain malicious
Shoot em up and leave em laying in some strange positions

We ain't tripping, y'all one damn one damn time


What the dang deal, to the Dallas Texas
Last night I had a girl with a big butt and small breastes
She was so precious, she was so bout it
I lost my damn phone but my homeboy found it
I'm S-P Mexy, girls think I'm sexy
Back in junior high I use to dress a little preppy
Now I'm in the benzo, with my boy Jo-Jo
With the Juan Gotti and the DJ Lobo
I'm in the hotel, smoking that godel
Got the whole (gun shots) riding on my cotail
Sipping on the lean, throwed methozyne
With my boy Frankie he a kumbia king
I'ma sag my jeans, down to my knees
Can I get a hit, off the swisher man please
I'm so alert, boys getting hurt
Step to the S, I'ma let my gun squirt
I got to roll with the K and no in
That's the dang home of the SPM
Oh my lord, it's such a pretty day
I love the D-Town and I think I'm gone stay
This for my Raza, I got a beer panza
I just burned my fingers trying to smoke a coocaracha
Ay mama mia, rest in peace to Aaliyah
I miss you like I miss that Selena Quintanilla Hold them up, and let them go
hard on the mic
I use to sell crack on a ten speed bike
What's up to Maria, she from Handuras
My family from Mexico they still robbing tourists
I'm in my room, rolling up ganja
My mom's in the kitchen, rolling up masa
The whole metro plex, S-P Mex
My boy at a photo shoot just gave me some X
I'ma pop one, guess it's time to get wiggy
Guess who I saw Santa coming down my chimney
Hold them up man, I need to ask Rasheed
Say motherfucker, what you put in this weed
Smoked out in my new truck, De-lux
Ask me if I'm fucked up, pretty much
Make a hoe with the one touch, time for lunch
Let's jump in my bathtub, bubble suds
I can see with my third eye, birds eye view
I got to sur-vive, so chew
We roll with the tech nine, teflon
This sign at the time man, all wrong
My niggas in the coupe shooting up the place
You talk shit, but never in my fucking face
Holler back if you can dude, murder rough
But I've only killed a hand fool, early yeah
I was drunk and was on caine
Now it's seven a.m. it's been a long day
I'm just trying to go to sleep, but I can't though
I keep seeing people looking in my backdoor
I just want to shoot in every direction
But I can't cause my kids is upstairs though
I look in the mirror I see Carlos
That's the cat that done lost all his marbles
I'ma go to the kitchen make some nachos
But all we got is fucking eggs and pot-o-toes
I got the new benz plus two cheves
On 19 inch choppers they don't make twenties
Enemies oh yeah man I got many
I bought a last fucking breath with a hot penny
I'm a serious nuggah, oh it was trouble
Caught her at the club and I wooped her and I drugged her
See I'm the bomb, got more hits than Chaka Chan
Smoking ganja man, up in my amazon
Thick bitch, the only way I like them
She suck my dick but I'm playing on my trike
Weave out of line, so refreshing
Man they try to get me for some weed possession
I'm mashing and dashing, I ain't clashing my lac
I'd rather let my nigga drive I'ma chill in the back
I'ma smoke janey, the radio don't play me
Except the real niggas, the rest of y'all is ladies
Y'all should be wearing dresses, I kick you out of Texas
I'm making wise investments, I bought 15 SKS's


The hood is the hood man
It don't matter where you from or what you claim
You still get your motherfucking cap pealed
Fucking with this tight circle that my click built


I'm with the Marco on the dang radio
I'ma blow big, I'ma watch my babies grow
I'ma say hello, eat a bowl of jello
I sleep with my gun underneath my dang pillow
See I got to get it, I'm super like unleaded
Blasting at my own kind is something that I dreaded
But I got to do it cause these boys getting stupid
In my new crib freaking down a college student
Original gangsta, Houston I'ma thank you
Peace to my mama and my guardian angel
I'ma get a pager, I mean the two razor
I'ma hit Shelly and her homegirl Asia
I'm a hell raiser, from what the dang south
Got a lot of homies in the north no doubt
I puff and then pout, Hillwood what I shout
Peace to northeast in the what jail route
Call him how I see him, everyone agreeing
Ain't no way that SPM could be a human being
Thugging and I'm g-ing, my car is European
Got enough snow I could probably go skiing
I'ma throwed dude, game in a shoe
In the land where they play the crack pipe like a flute
Man what's the dealy, hold them make them gilly
In the lac jumping trying to pop a dang willy
See I'm just Los, that's all I ever be
Y'all remember me from the what Reveille
Ex girl Beverly, A-B-C-D
E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P
Q-R-S-T, U to the V
X to the Y and finally the Z
Man that's the end, S-P to the M
Fin to go um, just ride in the wind

Yeah man, uh, I'm in the studio with Big Flake
Uh huh, that's my nigga, he fin to wreck this bitch
Yo, we shut them down with Dopehouse Records
We're family, we ride together we roll together
For you hoes that don't understand it, fuck you
KnowI'mtalkingbout, yo, uh


Big Flake bitch yeah, you know me
Ride around in my city in a leg-O-D
Like, I hit the block with a glock in my priches
Fuck the pool shit and I got something for you bitches
That's all in my space, trying to take a nigga place
But I ain't with the shit, get the fuck out my face
Fuck a case, the hooter can't hold me down
I'm 300 pounds, six feet you know me now
And show me bitch where the dance at shack
Got a cannon on my waist and bitch I blast back
Get the last laugh, cause I ain't stopping till I fold you
I flip young boys like a ki of soda
It's the take over, Shut Em Down on the map
And we don't give a fuck I drop bombs like a jap
And throwed tracks, and throwed raps, I bust caps
Now what y'all little niggas know about that
First we click clack, then you hear it go pop
I'm a young little g and man I can't stop
I'm non shalant, so I can't be detected
And you heard the ghetto message, and bitch I wrecked it
It's like I resurrected and just came up out the grave
Cause everytime I grab the mic, all these niggas in a daze
It's like almighty, when you creep up in the hood
Every corner you weak, my g's up to no good
It's understood, my crime stories and dope sales
My nigga Los said, man dope sales
You gone fell, if you try to test this
I'm like daytime T.V., young and restless
Check the guest list, me and D V.I.P.
I'm a cold ass mex call me frosty
Don't try to cross me, cause I don't like hoe niggas
I bust down the door with a 4-4 nigga
Do I like dro no nigga, Big Flake on the loose out
Hold a grudge with two face niggas fuck they damn troops, bitch


That's real my nigga
Fuck these hoe ass niggas


You bring your boys, I'll bring my boys
You get your guns, I'll get my guns


On the play list, diamond bracelets
Then we make hits, V-12's makeshift
Spent a few years in this rap game
Slanging cocaine, nasty sacks say
Niggas I was selling kilos, and elbows with
Are the same motherfuckers that I do shows with
Smoke indo, and fuck with some thick hoes
My enemies roll deep like some minnows
I'm ?stilloes?, the one you came to for caine fool
When you got robbed when you had to explain to
I can't do the dope, said it before
Devil in the mic, mesmerized be the row
As a plan of skills, I'm still cracking rims
I got a beer belly look like I'm having twins
I'm the youngest, mom say I'm the worst
The finest bitch in my school was the fucking nurse
Only heaven knows, what I've been through
In third grade I got busted with ?hijitsu?
Now I rest my head in a hotel room
With a gun and a bitch and some used balloons
Watching cable half a eight on the table
Mix a two liter with four O's of maple
I'm wago ami wathro, come through the back door
And went for bout 80 pounds of wacky tabacco
I jack hoes, but now I'm trying to rap though
My nextdoor neighbor played for the Astros
And last night he hit two home runs
Everywhere I go I got at least four guns
I got two plants, that grow under lamps
I'm at the club just wishing I could dance
Man I got cash, still I'm a quetho
I like to watch my dog eat up other dogs and let go
I'm murdering, I'll destroy any earthling
Choking on his own blood, gargling and gurgling
Step to me, you better be hard
I know you motherfuckers remember me from Reveille Park

The game on tilt Dope House what I built
Beans get spilt and niggas get killed
Sleepin on silk cuz you head got peeled
Caught the hot slug blood spillin like milk
King of the Hill baby momma named Jill
Naw I aint trippin uhh maybe just a lil
Peace to Big Will up in what Mackadosious
Butt naked hoes's doing my promotions
Rats n roaches baseball coaches
That was '82 now I stay by the ocean
In a 3 story while I while I read all this
Jap on my lap ass flat like Sigourny's
She so horny outside its stormy
Get my hydro from a nigga named Georgie
Purple n sticky smoke like a hippie
In the game throwed till you hoes come and get me




I spit from the neck once again I'm a wreck
I like chicken salad with the what vinegrette
Like my girl sassy southern and sexy
Creep in my jet ski they tryin to arrest me
Im like Pesci in that movie Goodfellas
I hang with dope sellers dear God can you help us
Roll a lil forest for the ones who went before us
Nigga you aint ballin take them 20's off that Taurus
Appologizin momma I'm so sorry about the past
For everytime I didnt clean the house and cut the grass
Or the time I threw up on your brand new couches
Or the time you caught me cooking up them 9 ounces
Drug dealing son aint much to be proud of
My only fucking goal was to sew the whole town up
I promised to get out of the game so many times
Is hard to explain so I wrote these lines




I put the codeine in my soda pop
Cops lookin at me like I stole the drop
What I cant have things like swing-a-langs
Twelve hundred dollar shirts on plastic hangers
Im a +Star+ like +Spangle+ my chain gon jangle
7 carat bracelet on my baby ankle
Ima give my Seiko to my homeboy Pedro
I make hoes strip at every state show
Niggas wanna kill me ill let yall tell it
You know how many times I heard that shit
Yall niggas sound like parrots
Im a Green Beret yall niggas green pa-rrots
I hit you from the back but you dont land on your chest
I pop stress pills like ?? and X
Ima buy things like Rolls's and jets
I left a mark on this game and didnt get no credit
I got a song called Hate and I cant even spell it

ahhh ahhh ahh damn that pussys good ahhh

damn my fucking phone ahh
ah dont answer it hold up damn is my babys momma
if i dont answer she will como
over hold up just be queit dope house records
what u doin nuthin yea right y
did u took a long time to answer the phone
what u doin nuthin call me back
later whatever ok bye man carlos
why u got to lie to that girl like
that i didnt lie i told her i was nuttin hahha

I need a sweet with sortened hair
and when a sweet I need to be there
I need a sweet hear what say
a killa sweet to get me through the day - help me out
I need a sweet I really do
I need a sweet can I smoke a few
I need a sweet to get me right
I need a sweet everyday and everynight


I need a sweet so I can blow
a forty dolla sweet fill with endo
I got a buzz unnh hunnh that's why I does
I put diamonds on my daughter's hairbrush
in this times of hate and pain
we need a remedy to get us out the rain
jealousy a little greed
I been thinkin' of what I need
purple leaves with crystal flakes
if that's not hydro lease get that out my face
two-twenty five for a half of o-z
in the club with my homeboy joey t
my science project was in the school arena
cuz I made a bomb out this old steam cleana
come on




I need a sweet to calm my nerves
a swisha sweet filled with killa herbs
I wanna fill it, roll it, hit it, smoke it hydro ponics
no matter what time... I just wanna high
but wait when the things obscene
always wanna smoke like a dimnagy
muthafuckes call me miss big cheat
but I don't give a fuck cuz I love my weed
step up to the club to the vip
all the fucken baller like up your sweets
yeah everybody know I make it h-o-t
me and mary jane that's all y need
(come on Beesh!)


I need an s to the w-e-e-t
smoke with Baby Beesh
don't tell the police
cuz I'm off that paper mayn that's wrong
cal with a sweet and phat o-zone
if you want that dope I got a bowl dough
my girl got more baby+momma+in a chokehold
smoke 'till my eyes turn japaneese
me and my nose split half-a-tree
now I don't pimp but jigga though
I blow big dough with my nigga bro'
gotta mouth full of cotton cuz I'm off that butta
mari-juana mayn love her
(this is some good ass weed beesh)
ain't it though I wanna thank my playas in the rad-io
I hope so I need to pay my rent
split-n-split the mero mero-


I need a sweet with sortened hair
and when a sweet I need to be there
I need a sweet hear what say
a killa sweet to get me through the day - help me out
I need a sweet I really do
I need a sweet can I smoke a few
I need a sweet to get me right
I need a sweet everyday and everynight

We had met, through a friend and then (uh huh, uh huh)
Thought we'd be together to the very end (uh huh, uh huh)
My partners told me you was about that dough (uh huh, uh ha ha)
But when they said it I was like hell no
Cause I knew that you was so special (so beautiful)
Started seeing signs but I wouldn't let go (uh, uh)
You complaining about my money cash flow (what)
Said it was a what, a bit too low (too low)
You was tripping on my boy's tahoe (uh huh, uh huh)
And told me why can't you be like that balling negro


I loved you, I couldn't live without you
My life was all about you, and that just wasn't cool enough
And now I'm back door, and rolling in my benzo
On 22 Lorenzo, and now you want to call me up


Do you recall a trip to NYC (remember that)
I spent all the money that I made that week (working hard for my dough)
38 alums on my 9 to 5
No matter how I tried your ass was never satisfied
Go back in town and I'm driving us home (already)
Stop at the light and you jocking someone's clothes (what you looking at)
I knew right then it wouldn't be me (uh huh)
Relationship was history (out the door)
I just can't bring me back for no it watching h-o-e




High priced hoochie, love that coochie
But I won't sit back and let a broad use me
Too much cash in my jeans left pocket
In the VIP blowing kill with the Rockets
Baller shot caller, sipping alcahola
Dopehouse after-party, everybody follow
Don't trip, I got it real sick now-a-days
Six police that be earining they pay
Breaking up fights, and shining they lights
Take them all to jail till they learn to be nice
Jose, and my boy Mario
Brought a truck full of bud, we gone party yo