Chours:
here we go here we go as the tune starts to bloom
with a phat phat track pumpin gas
1 2 3 and this is OG
the freaks would ya move ya pretty a ass
the getto jam is about to slam
with some notes from the diggady d de
as I key what's really goin' on
would ya reminise with me e
saturday morning just gettin' up
with a hangover smellin' like a fuck
I really can't remember cause I'm still kinda faded,
so I close my eyes and thank God that I made it,
now I'm gettin' flashbacks of some OJ,
with a green glass, that's tangere,
took it to the hand gulped it down with the quickness,
now I need a trick so I can handle my business,
what do you know, a freak's in my reach,
threw her on the flo', stuck it in her deep,
she's screamin' and she's screamin' and she's screamin',
gettin' horse,
but then I busted her gut, and that was that,
so kick the chorus,
chours
my homies are down, chillin' in the hood,
?? them hootchies, well they ain't no good,
to the other man, well she might be some good cat,
but the homies in the hood label her as a hood rat,
she's standing there,
so those with game can dare,
and ooh, she'll pound that ass real fast, if it ain't that big,
and when your in that thi-ing,
she'll make the homies si-ng,
dubabwaa, dubabwaa, dubabwaa
but you don't hear me doe,
ain't nuthin' wrong with being a trojan man, when ya ridin',
so let's kick the chorus please, if ya like it
chours
my homies crowiding in this dope yellow chevy,
2:03 to be prox,
Ken was kickin that funk in the trunk,
clean with the rag on top, yeah,
rollin' down the shore, guess what we saw, some hootchies,
they're fine as wine, is doggin me,
she's showing booty,
so I approached the freak of the week,
and I played it like a game of blackjack,
and for all that ass that she toted around,
well I offered a backpack,
and since I'm a mack, well, you know how the story goes,
so all ya bros, freaks ya know, here we go,
chours