[00:00.81]Boy get your lazy ass up
[00:03.01]So you can go to store and get some flower
[00:04.25]And some vegetable oil so I can fry some god damn
[00:05.68]
[00:06.69]Chicken (uh-huh)
[00:07.09]And don't forget to get the cards so I can whoop y'all
[00:09.08]Ass in some spades
[00:10.44](Tell 'em girl) And if they ain't got it at that store
[00:12.25]Get it at the 99 cent store, bitch
[00:13.23]
[00:14.01]Yo yo yo we on the steps with a six pack of Beck's
[00:16.89]Four dutches Osh Kosh jumpers '86 viles mustard yeah
[00:20.98]A summer night light drizzle type
[00:22.67]Waitin' for the Mike fight to come on son 'pose to been on
[00:26.68]I keep runnin' to the bathroom shit tin' where the tissue at
[00:29.12]
[00:29.74]I'm blowin' up Keisha bathroom, everybody ****ing (god damn shit)
[00:32.87]Ghost need his colon clensed
[00:34.10]Countin' up g-stacks eatin' Ken' Fried Chicken
[00:35.78]Who wanna play spades Word to rap I'm givin' y'all a whippin'
[00:38.84]Guzzled a couple now I'm seein' double
[00:41.71]Rubbin' my girl leg lookin' at Barbara her sister got a nice bubble
[00:45.53]I used to **** her while she was seated by Bags from Brooklyn
[00:48.61]He drove a Jag' she cut me off when she turned Muslim
[00:51.57]I need some p***y though, that kind that be gushy though
[00:54.59]
[00:55.56]That warm platinum p***y, with a dynamic twat hole
[00:58.00]I gotta **** something, if not, I'mma **** my girl
[01:01.35]That's what's up, **** the fight, yo, baby, let's peel

Boy get your lazy ass up
So you can go to store and get some flower
And some vegetable oil so I can fry some god damn
Chicken (uh-huh)
And don't forget to get the cards so I can whoop y'all
Ass in some spades
(Tell 'em girl) And if they ain't got it at that store
Get it at the 99 cent store, bitch
Yo yo yo we on the steps with a six pack of Beck's
Four dutches Osh Kosh jumpers '86 viles mustard yeah
A summer night light drizzle type
Waitin' for the Mike fight to come on son 'pose to been on
I keep runnin' to the bathroom shit tin' where the tissue at
I'm blowin' up Keisha bathroom, everybody ****ing (god damn shit)
Ghost need his colon clensed
Countin' up g-stacks eatin' Ken' Fried Chicken
Who wanna play spades Word to rap I'm givin' y'all a whippin'
Guzzled a couple now I'm seein' double
Rubbin' my girl leg lookin' at Barbara her sister got a nice bubble
I used to **** her while she was seated by Bags from Brooklyn
He drove a Jag' she cut me off when she turned Muslim
I need some p***y though, that kind that be gushy though
That warm platinum p***y, with a dynamic twat hole
I gotta **** something, if not, I'mma **** my girl
That's what's up, **** the fight, yo, baby, let's peel