[Hook]
She she she she got gel and weave, gel and weave
She got gel and weave, gel and weave
She got gel and weave, gel and weave
Weave weave in they hair, weed in they purse, “Still Crunk!”
She got gel and weave, gel and weave
She got gel and weave, gel and weave
She got gel and weave, gel and weave
Wit a big round ass, I'm yo man to be

You can put a wig on a pig-a-lig
Make her dance the jig-a-lig
Bring all the money back to Daddy and I'm diggin it
Burgundy or honey blonde
Yellow wit them black streakers, red or they organe plum
Don't forget the gold teeth and set the club half naked
In the sto house shoes, cuz I need a forty
Body full of tattoos
Bedroom doin things, pickin out her tounge ring
Livin in the projects, could be in the game
She from the hoody-hood all to the goody-good
Lips and her tounge and it's all understoody-stood
First of the month now your kids on the (?)
Droppin over Mama's house, “Girl what's crackilatin?”
Hookin up with so-called, g-string or no draws
Fingernails, big hips, juicy wet, pink lips
Ready man to do the damn thing at the motel
If you're bang-banging all night she'll go tell

[Hook]

Baldhead scallywag, wit nothin in back
You better yak it, ten dollar for a bag
Messed up in the trash
Could be some can kalong
Dude who sold it at the boot liquor run
All to the good though, drink it like a wine though
And smoke till she pass out, mainly the hydro
A state in a care fate
All up in LD's wanna be a twilight, you know what I like
Hey duck she gon break somethin
Turn around and make some
Meet a real nigga anywhere she gon shake somethin
Like shoutin out cuz her butt like an elephant
Got a real girl dog, that is irrelevant
A ménage a twa twa, she'll call me DaDa
Or maybe PaPa in back of car car
Her friend can join in, go snap the broad in
Call Mr. Hit wit a playa was born in

[Hook]

When you get her on the drank she gon get a lil frisky
Legs stayin open though, rubber, kinda risky
Got a bad body makin moves like a gypsy
Cornbread fed at the club very tipsy
Only dealt wit those that be in the hood slangin
Lunch at Matt's car wash shit is where they hangin
System up loud in the car keep em waving
Out wit Suge Knight, shake em up do they thang and
Lookin real hard she'll know that I want it
Got me on hard so I go and get a bone and
Hey baby gal, all that, can you lone it
Weave and them contacts, man I'ma bone it
Say it's all good she about to kick her man out
Left her wit a wood and she gon blow the brains out
All in her bed so I had to yank my thang out
Pullin on her fro, wasn't hair and it came out

[Hook]

I like em ghetto!

She's a freaky young gal a bi-sexual
But a hustler though and will sell some snow
Wit dat' juicy fat thang I can't let you go
What she doing mane wit' all that I bet you know?
Baby girl takes dem trips down to Mexico
Get dem birds and dat herbs and will see her doe
Clock ticks like her brain when she sceme a plot
Set playas up for change and recive alot
My thang staying on hard make that coochie pop
A suck me up til she get the last goocy drop
The shake club never had much to offer her
A dike broad get none cuz it's boss wit her
And it's boss wit' me why you be asking when twirking
She don't claim pimp but she'll have ya' working
All it's certain she been dere and did dat'
Could be corporate lawyer or a hood rat

[Chorus] 4x
She's a ghetto type broad and her life was hard
catching me wit' the doe and she'll take the charge

Razor blade in ya mouth green stuff in ya' stuff
Philly blunts in ya' purse but dat ain't enough
Turning liqor bottles up cha' mane as we dip
Turn right turn left each corner take a sip
Say wussup to the big pussy click in Hine Park
Learna and Leonara and those who got hard
Staying down wit your dogs till they let your dogs go
Jail house like a dog house dog y'ain't know
Everbody need somebody real on there team 
No letters no visitation make you mean 
Make you wanna think everybody left you for dead 
And ya' gal dat' you love out dere giving head
What the past don't be thinking bout the things that I did
I need money for some commisaries can ya' dig
Taking chances with us so we can live 
Put some rims on my car shoes for the kids

[Chorus]

[Chorus] 2x
Now only weak nigguhs like to start bullshit'uh
Now only weak nigguhs like to start bullshit'uh
Auto Au Au Automatic when I aim you say bye bye
Automatic when I aim you say bye bye

[DJ Paul] 
Ruthless
That was my style as a juvenile
I ran with gangs nigguhs I slanged
But in the meanwhile
I hang with b.a.z rockers rockers on twenty-three chrome
You got your gun on you
I hate it if you done left it at home
Cause six is blasting nice and fast
And better clean your glasses
We quick to sneak 
And put you to sleep like a certa mattress
You soft like pussy
So i guess thats why you smell like one
Bitch fuck alone
You better go and get your fucking gun
I'll have you begging for a double dose of percoscent
Your money bank if i touch you
And you dont get wet
We made a movie on you hoes 
I know you loved it didn't
You started telling your girl
Man i could of been in it
But you a fuck nigguh 
Nigguhs dont fuck with you nigguh
You donny brasco 
Need to cali coat nigguh
I'm sick and tired of dissing you hoes on these cd's
I'm bout to start dissing you hoes on my dvd's

[Chorus]

[Project Pat]
I'ma start this one off with a toss from mah nigguh Ross
We don't run the rap game
But this city we the Boss
North Memphis South Memphis Westwood Orange mound
Project pat in this motherfucker layin smack down
Crackin down on you punk nigguhs talkin to much gang
Snortin all your dope up claiming that you in the game
False flaggin bitches, i'll catch you outta hell
If forman ass snitches protection fees in jail
What you pay dead body lay once the bullets spray
Round the way with the sk edward norten lay
You gon' pay cause these nine mil'uh mills quick to mop'uh
Wack a snitch off take ya life off the whoppa choppa
Get the choppa put the mask on
Nobody gon' hear knock knock
Get my blast on
All up in your grill
All a nigguh wanted dawg was a piece of the pie pie
But when my tones in your face you say bye bye

[Project Pat]
Nigguhs love to see this hate on the ten o clock news
Project pat got arrested by them boys in blues
He must be guilty of sin  send his ass to the pen
God have mercy on his boys so i'm back here again
Nigguhs lie to they dawgs bout the shit that they do
Point blank range one in chain when i aim staraight at you
When i squeez on this trigguh its uh ooh spaghetti o's
The holo hit you and the bloody run down your nose
Kidnap a suckuh put the duck tape around his mouth
A snitching fucker and he knows whos i'm talkin bout
The nina popping and i'll put you permandisly
Push you in river with some bricks wrapped around your feet
Cause when its ana' best believe we gon' bring the heat
With extra clips cause we do not except defeat
I'm busting rounds and your chest will see cave'uhment
Then get on down when your body hit pave'uhment

[Chorus]

[Project Pat]
Ho!

[Chorus] 2x
We gon' drank we gon' ride
We gon' smoke and get high
Smoke and get high  smoke and get high

[Project Pat]
Hypnotize camp got a answer for you hoes
Inhale tha weed blow tha smoke out ya nose
Crack open bottles of dat liquor pour it in
Gon' take a swallow of dat Vodka and Gin
Hoes makin cheese off of tricks who'll spend
Up all they money how you gotta check 'em in
Game recognize eyes lit like a match
Blaze up this fire paranoid like on crack
Ridin wit my dogs dodgin laws when we roll
Through tha Dixie Homes me and Toby on a stroll
See a short skirt and we lookin for a hoe
One that'll suck dick one that'll go
Coward ass niggas get wrong and we blast 
Neva knowin who always wear a mask
Talkin that smack then reach in tha stash 
Dumpin them slugs then mash on tha gas

[Chorus] 2x

[Crunchy Black]
All I do is smoke on bud
Break the Swisher down nigga fill it up wit drugs
Ridin through yo neighborhood wit my cuz
Lookin 4 us a freaky little slut
Found us a slut so we pick tha bitch up
Smokin on dat 'dro nigga pourin in her cup
Dis bitch right here know she gotta fuck
Fuck me mane and she suckin on my cuz
Fill her up wit X mane we don't give a fuck
Get this little freaky bitch for some drugs 
Do her ass in mane smokin on dat 'dro
Breakin down tha weed mane smokin up some mo'
Broke out tha powder on this freaky hoe
Let me see how far will this hoe go
Stick dick down all in her bootyhole
Mane this a freaky ass fuckin hoe

[Chorus] 2x

[Project Pat]
This is a weed session 
you need to take out tha seeds yes sir
Tha kinda dope that we like to smoke 
Tha red hairs get ya high you choke
We gon break down in bags sack up
We chain smokers takin drags no slack up
Then take shots of dat liquor intox-o 
Cated mane hand on trigga let it blow 
I go insane if'n I don't get 'dro
Dog I ain't payin for no bab a hell no
I'm low on ends so I turn into leech
I might go smoke all yo shit then hit streets
You look around and you could be victim
Hey you got five on a bag done tricked him
He thinkin Project was cool you damn fool
Mane I got Memphis in my blood I cross too

[Chorus] 4x

[Chorus] 2x
Still ridin clean, makin cheese, and gettin my dick sucked
Still makin cheese, ridin clean, and gettin my dick sucked

[Project Pat]
I swear I'm going through a thang but I gotta snap back
Give it all to God its tha pistol but tha crack back
Stayin on my job dealin wit hatas wit a jap slap
Dealin wit this mob lice watchin studio phone tapped
You best believe that I could see it from a mile away
Thought that my girl was down sleepin wit tha enemy
Tha streets are dangerous I could be dead anyday
That's why I'm ridin wit my dog smokin plenty hay
Thi shit contagious doin dope and its killin me
Even though I know I hit tha snow is you feelin me
I'm lookin good twenty-three's on that flippin paint
Them twelve golds in my mouth makin these bitches faint
Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games
I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang
But fuck dat one of my young niggas'll take tha charge
I'm stackin loot muthafuck lookin behind some bars

[Chorus] 4x

[Project Pat]
Out slangin brickas tha project nigga row-a
A playa that's fa show-a I'm chargin a hoe-a
You weak niggas know-a you step and I fire
Yo life will expire you need to retire
Yo bitch call me sire she flat like a tire
Shot nut in her eye-a on that I don't lie-a
Tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame
I keep me some powder so I'm gettin brizzain
I'm out dodgin felonies and fuck dat coke
Cause a nigga lovin these streets and that's of course
Mane I hate to see tha judge face and that's fa sho
Prayin  that he'll drop the charge and let me go
Cause I like smokin good green Motel-io
Stick my dick in a hoe's mouth and there I go
Getting drunk off of liquor and smokin this dope
Put tha green in tha Swisher I'm gettin blowed

[Chorus] 4x

[Juicy J]
You know who you are you hatin ass bitch
You tried to change yo name but you can chew on my dick
I ain't playin wit you hoes and you federal snitches
Wanna walk up to this pimp and get a hole in ya tensions
Always talkin 'bout the Juice hoe I been on tha town
I done blowed a hundred g's hoe you homey tha clown
You can call ya girlfriend and me & Pancho can meet her
She can lick our ass out or she can suck on our peters
North North is tha hood bitch you know we are real
Know you scared to ride through know you gon' meet tha steel
Can't forget about you cowards you be high when you talk 
Nigga I fuck yo fat ass wife and put her on tha house
Juicy J is tha playa that you love to hate
Boy you betta get a deal or try to sell you some weight
Everytime you see me comin lemons know what I mean
Cause I been ridin Bentley, Roys, and I'm still on tha scene

[Chorus] 4x

[Chorus]
Fight (*x67*)
It's about to be some shit nigga we here now
We's about to whoop some ass nigga we here now
I done cliqued up wit my hood nigga we here now
We gon' fight up in this bitch
We gon' fight up in this bitch

Swang a fist at ya bitch and I swear I'm crackin jaws
When I'm high and I'm lit aw to hell wit them laws
I ain't givin a got damn you got beef then I'm launchin
In tha streets them bullets in tha club bitch I'm punchin
Muhafuckas lights out cave a suckas skull in
Niggas in here mad but they betta tuck they mugs in
Boys run they mouth and eat up more shit than a goat
Represent tha south and knock ya gold grill down ya throat
Liquor and dat white pump ya up like ya Hercules
I'ma be polite you get wrong we gon beat ya please
Don't you be excused Mr. Bennett I'ma put you in it
You came wit them dudes yall done started but we gonna finish
Fuckin off wit lames in this club fuckin night off
You got ugly on ya face we gon' beat it right off
Overheard a nigga sayin that he wanna jack me
I ain't worried about it cause this tone s gonna back me

[Chorus] 2x

Who tha buckest up in here Who tha buckest up in here
My nigga my hood so you cowards betta fear
Mane you hoes don't wanna clown if you do we beat ya down
On you let bullets spray parkin lot its going down
Startin shit pullin niggas cards playin goldfish
Bumpin one of us and we gon whoop you like you our bitch
Pay attention muhfucka we clickin like a gun
Mobbin on you punk suckas mane this ain't one on one
Cause its more like ten on two eyes red marijuana
He put up a fight so we gon beat him in a coma
Nigga constantly beckin so he caught some of this drama
Just a few days lata pine box to his mama
A Moet bottle is a nice lil head jamma
Slap you in ya dome bust yo shit like a sledgehammer
Ramma jamma we is doin damage to a busta
Give a damn-a who'll violate you muthafuckas

[Chorus] 2x

You can step right on up we layin smack down
Now we don't give a fuck cause we gon' crackdown
On you hoes who'll suck and ridin niggas nuts
Playas all in tha club and chargin these sluts
Niggas don't wanna buck that ain't what ya need
Beat his ass to a pulp and took all his weed
Pocketknife you get stuck jailhouse Pop-a-lar
In ya back in ya guts on ya head droppin ya
Swellin eyes bustin lips just like Thunderdome
In da car extra clips you won't make it home
Treatin you like a bitch cause that's what ya is
Cut blood out yo wig playa can you dig
Plastic surgery scalpin like an engine
Don't be testin me mane yo eye get blackened
Neva will miss a week I'ma keep it hood style
If ya down for ya street throw some bows get it wild

[Chorus] 2x

I'ma whoop this bitch (why) cause I don't like him  
I'ma whoop this bitch (why) cause I don't like him  
I'ma whoop this bitch (why) cause I don't like him  
I'ma whoop this bitch (why) cause I don't like him  
I'ma whoop this bitch (why) cause I don't like him  
I'ma whoop this bitch (why) cause I don't like him  
I'ma whoop this bitch (why) cause I don't like him  
I'ma whoop this bitch (why) cause I don't like him  
Fight 

[Chorus]
I don't wanna go to county jail no more more more
Its a big fat policeman at my door door door
He'll snatch you by yo collar make you pay a dollar
I don't wanna go t county jail no more more more

Where is Project? Where is Project?
Here I go here I go
Suckas wanna take me suckas wanna break me
Yeah I know yeah I know
Here they come tha policia servin me a warrant
Blastin off my piece-ia that's how I responded
Eyes red off this refia stangin like a hornet
Hood slang what I speak to ya thugs get up on it
Hoppin out like a frog ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit
Pointed toes dodgin laws let me feel it can I hit it
Freak ones wit tha curly tongues sturdy givin puns
Early birds came to put the worm right down they lungs
Gimme some little incident when them blues'll flash
Jump and grab on the atf then I mash tha gas
They just love mane to pull me ova cause I'm ghetto star
Any weapons any drugs sir searchin in my car

[Chorus] 2x

Sugar me timba dog and blow me down
Pullin out tha tone tone and yall don't make a sound
Lay it down for tha mista twista bottle caps
Stick em up like a pirate but without a patch
Chitty chitty bang bang nuthin but cheese mane
Nitty gritty what I get to wit my thang thang
When you try to come around-a don't try to down tha
I represent tha dirty M to tha town-a
Po-pos they be watchin chickens are flockin
I'm game for some brain we call Doc and lockin
Tha green is inhaled-a drunk like a sailor
Did you see tha whale-a mane on her tail-a
Tha jail I was locked up hell what I went through
Went just like a chef cause I kept a Ginsu
Project doin time now that's just a no no
I don't wanna go to jail no a mo' mo'

[Chorus] 2x

Ba-ba-buka chickens don't be kissin me
Like Alfred Hitchcock this really ain't no mystery
Tha game don't stizop to hell wit suckas dissin me
A burnt up  blizock will send you penitentiary
Get caught by tha narcs for slammin on tha con-a-crete
Charge partna talk for straight killin on tha street
You need to wa-watch tha company you keepin wit
Tha tones p--p-pop tha bullets goin for a snitch
A North Memphis veteran I ain't scared of nann
Keep my hand on tha metal friend and that's off tha wam
Understand where I'm comin from playas flexin
Crown Vics, trucks, Chevy, Max, and them Lexins
You can keep it on tha lowsky or get you some time
All these hatas gettin nosey you stay on tha grind
Like Aaliyah robadowsky knockin suckas out
Ain't no goin back to pokey what I'm talkin bout

[Chorus] 2x

Don't you get mad at me cause your broad den chose-a
Glad to see the truck when I pull up
Gon' pop the lock big botty hoppin' in now
Dark skin, gold teeth mann you know we in now
I know that's your baby momma 
I know that it hurts some
You know when we get together 
I'm gon' let her twurk some
Let her hit the blunt some
No time of the month some
Pull out a condom
Then I make a run some
Freaky as she wanna be
I'ma let her gonna be
She can be herself anytime that she get wit' me
Backseat action riverside relaxin'
Flick out the DVD that ass I'm waxin'
I'ma keep it real wit' cha
I'ma let her deal wit' cha
I don't fight over hoes I'ma let the steel hit cha
All on the town talkin' bad tryna down me
In your heart really sad boy you betta crown me

[Chorus]
I, I choose you baby
Oh I, I choose you baby

You fuckin' wit' my lut' 
When you lay on yo' child support
She alwayz give me half of that on my car note
Hundred spoke rims sittin' slick on the Escalade
Couldna been the king of heart mane baby got me paid
First of the year tax time keep me wit' a smile
I'ma  get a extra couple g's claimin' yo' child
Yeah that's why I know
This is the world that we living in 
Don't get hot, stya about my game, and quit meddling
Pedalin' in these weed sacks
Nigga give me feedback
I don't need no stems dog
You can get the seeds back
Always been a hustla
That's were shit is diggin'
Do just like I tell her to
And wit' no renigen
Her lips and my brain
We can go a long way
On her arm my name
Got that for her birthday
I say that's the only way I gotta have it
Branded for life
All the ass I'ma grab it

[Chorus]

[Project pat]
man, I'm tired of this shit 
you need to get yo shit, and get 
[La Chat]
Fuck you, you get yo muthafuckin shit
I don't give a fuck who name on the light bill   
yo muthafuckin ass up out of here
[La Chat]
Nigga, dem yo stank ass, dirty ass draws on the muthafuckin floor
get dem dirty ass draws, and clothes
[Project pat]
ahh, you got me so mess up now, 
[La Chat]
Nigga, you already mess up
[Project pat]
let me tell you something man, look all you
[La Chat]
yo name on the rent, I don't give a fuck, THIS MY SHIT, I RUN THIS
[Project pat]
WHAT, all you doing is cooking that burnt ass chicken, 
eating popcorn, and drinking, and drinking all damn day
[La Chat]
nigga, It fed yo muthafuckin ass, you ain't had no 
problem when you was eating the shit, lickin' yo fingers and shit
[Project pat]
man, you got me mess up! 
[La Chat]
FUCK YOU!
 
[Chorus]
I don't need you anymore (that's right, that's right)
So, you can get yo little ass out the door (that's right, that's right)
Don't every bite the dick that feeds you ho (that's right, that's right)
Cause don't know ho, start no show (that's right, that's right)
 
[La Chat]
I got you hot, I'm at the top of the charts, so muthafuck ya
Nigga you can get the fuck on, cause I don't love ya
I don't want ya trick, fuck the hoes that you cheated wit
Now, we ain't together, you be claiming, you ain't gotta a bitch
Nigga please, know that you thought, that I would leave ya
Nigga please, know that you thought, a bitch need ya
Fuck you up, is for the good that I done left ya, man 
La Chat got ya sick, cause I'm moving on to better things
Gotta nigga break down fuck me all against the wall
Tell me that he love me, taking shopping sprees at the mall
Clean my truck, keep yo son, boy, I'm out here living large
When I'm on my tour, he be giving me his credit cards
When I hit the door, we be fuckin on the kitchen floor
He be eating my pussy, but of course you know you is the pro
Fuckin up wit you, had me thinking dreams ain't true
Now, sittin' here thinking, why the fuck I every fuck wit you
 
[Chorus]

[Project Pat]
I'm have to holla back at cha, flip you like a spatula 
Turn you into a bachelorette and I'm a be a bachelor
I'm a la spectacular, living like a macula
No, fix hair, fresh clothes, you on crackula
Dollars we can stackula, you wanted to actula
Like you was the boss, and you suck me dry like Dracula
You deserve a smackula, better yet a snapula
Right across yo lips, work your hips on the trackula
Fuck 'em til you sense-u-less, captin so ridiculous 
Never hear, what you say, cause you speaking gibberish
You the bitch, yapping squaw, for some dick, on the stalk
You done got your walking papers, now its time for you to walk
Step on off and be a mom, dem yo kids I got none
You at home feeding yo son, but I'm out having fun
Riding clean smelling good, dipping in ya neighborhood 
Saw you at the mattabus, looking hard, wish ya could
 
[Chorus]
 
[Project Pat]
I'm a gorilla on a ho-a, so BITCH don't you start
The cap cock booty ho, and the every card
Go steal a credit card, so we can play some paper
You got a rumpshaker, now that's a moneymaker
I'm mean a dummy breaker, don't be no instigator 
I'll beat the brakes on yo ass like the terminator
I used to fuck, freaky slut, in the bo, bo  (booty)
I fired you, now you looking like some dodo
A rudy poo poo, that what ya really is
Ain't buying shit for dem rats, ho dem ain't my kids
You come a crying back-a, the key is what you lack- a
You drink some gasoline, I'm a bout to strike a match-a
I don't got nothing for-a, see you and I ignore ya
You used to be a vette (corvette), now you an old Explorer
It ain't a thang you can do to get back in either 
You won't even get the privilege to suck peter 
 
[Chorus]

[Chorus]
If you boys got beef we can
Roll wit it
In da club or da street we can
Go wit it
It don't make me none
Blow for blow wit it
Crack his head wit a gun
I'ma sho split it

[Project Pat]
In Hollywood at the stop sign
Watchin out for one time
Clean on them things
Niggas hate cause I'm bout mine
I'm on that weed
So the car's kinda smokey 
The glock's in the stash
Cause I'm dodgin the pokey
Its hard on tha street 
Niggas livin like a catfish
A project killa, four kids
and a fat bitch
Try to flip e'ry quarter ounce
Ain't no credit barred 
We accept cash, merchandise
or ya ebit(EBT) card
Like to start shit
At the club we be flexin
And we'll kill a bitch 
At these hoes we be beckin
North North to the full
My game they respectin
A rope to the bumper
You get drug by yo neck-in
Don't come around here
You'z betta reckin
You get ya ass blowed off
For playin and jeckin
Down in this dirty
Only real muhfuckas rule
Hoes wearin flirty skirties
Young niggas act a fool

[Chorus] 2x

[La Chat]
If there's some ana to handle
I'm gonna take care of my biz
I got a scope on ya body
I'm aimin straight for yo wig
I love to show out on hoes
I love to cut up wit niggas
These bitches always get wrong 
So I love pullin tha trigga
And since you hoes won't learn
I got some lessons to teach
You betta call up the pastor 
He got a sermon to preach
I ain't wit that arguin and cussin and fussin
Bitchin and fightin
I'm buckin choppas off top
Committed to takin yo life'n
La Chat a mac slash killa
Only speakin the real-a
I'm tryna let you know its on
For you violate a nigga
A bitch be quick to talk shit
But do you mean what you say
A real killa don't be talkin
They just be on they way
I don't think you wanna get down
You boys ain't ready for beef
There ain't nowhere you can hide
I called out an APD
This ain't game that ya playin
These bitches comin up slayin
I keep my ears to tha street
So hoe you watch what ya sayin

[Chorus] 2x

[Project Pat]
They lock me up just like Tupac
And I went platinum
Layed it down for a calendar
Now right back at em
Took my game weighed it up
On a triple beam
Niggas rob, kill, murder, steal
For that ghetty green
U.S. Marshal at my folks house
Wanna kill me dead
Wanna see me in a pine box
Bullet in my head
Police mane I ain't did shit
Why you hatin this
Ghetto thugs love my rap songs 
They relate to this
Swingin fists Knock ya eyeball
Clean out ya face
Shoulda known it was shit starters 
All in tha place
Young niggas on that powder
Gon off tha bay 
Sneakin tones in da club
You could get blown away
Its a muhfuckin clique thang
Represent ya hood
Slangin cane makin plenty change
All to the good
Smokin blunt after blunt
Pound after pound 
Throw a dead body in tha trunk
High weave ya down

[Chorus]

Welcome to the
Hypnotize zone
Today you'll hear the story
Of Russell Resthaven
And the day he tried
To save his girlfriend
Here's the story
Man you won't believe
What done happened
To me now man

What?

How did this nigga
Come round my way
Then f*** my b****
But I'm gone kill him
When he get off
Work tonight though

Man f*** dat h*e man
You can't be tryin'
To save that b****
Man my nigga den
Housed a h*e to
Brown Freesia

Man I spent cheese
On her and everything
And I bought rangs
And mo sh*t man
I'mma kill that nigga
Dat I'm goin' marry

You can't turn a h*e
Into a house wife man

I love her man
I love her man
It's mine man
I love her man
I gotta marry her man
I'mma marry her

CHORUS:
Don't save her
She don't wanna be saved
(Ain't nothin' going on
But the money and power)
Don't save her
She don't wanna be saved
(Got one in the chamber
For you weak as* coward)
Don't save her
She don't wanna be saved

Repeat chorus

I'mma introduce me
Project Pat I keep it real
I'mma introduce you
You's a sucka faking deals
If you gonna let these
Freaky h*es run yo life
I don't understand how
You turn a freak into a wife
I don't need to get why
You be eating out her draws
You done bought the b**** a phone
Now you screamin' in all the calls
It's about O-A.M.
She ain't nowhere to be found
Somewhere wit' her friend d*ck
In face and turned to ground
But you best save it last and
You know that she'll go
Suckin' d*ck, chewin' cad
And I hear she on that blow
Did a line maybe two now
She down to do the dew
Took her to the studio so
She down to do the crew
I know just what to do
You can ask the h*e to leave
Once the b**** pack her sh*t
Hurry up and run them streets
Two things I ain't never in
My life done seen before
It's a U.F.O or a h*e
That wouldn't go

Repeat chorus twice

Jackie's simple
Jackie's quicker
Jackie likes to suck a d*ck-a
All she wanna do smoke
A blunt get a drink of liqour
Lip-ah to the balls booty
Even enough to smell dodie
You be tryna save a sweater
But you need the f***in' letter
Be the b**** she really is-a
Suck my d*ck you goin' kiss her
Hating h*es try to dis her
Every nigga wanna hit her
Get her in the bed lay her
Down boots wanna fell
Call her up there nig man
There's a way-a
She the star of the foota
Pussy wet real gooda
Camcorder caught on tape
Did I stutter man I should of
F***ed her in her mouth fast
She be taking all cash
Keep my tank from Florida
She pay for my gas
Ass for my nigga drop-a
Somewhere tryna watch her
Pregnant by another man
But you wanna be the papa
Nut, come, but she crave-a
Backseat misbehava
You'll never get the b****
'Cause she wit' that West Haven

Repeat chorus twice

Ain't nothin' goin' on
But the money and power
Got one in the chamber
For you weak as* cowards
And I'm tired of you niggas
Goin' saving dese b****es
Stop saving these h*es
Let another nigga get deep
Down in them draws
Take her over to my dogs
So we can do her y'all
Everybody can do it
Let's just have a ball
Ain't nothin' goin' on
But the money and power
Too many niggas
Out here cowards
They be saving dem h*es
They be paying them h*es
But a nigga like me can not go
I'm be kickin' in doos
I be f***in' dese h*es
I be slammin' 'em
Down like Dominoes
B**** you didn't
Know it's CB bro
In and out dese
H*es does like pole