Ladies throw your faces on, sing it when the break come on
We got the 'dro and hypnotic, them kids is puffin' garbage
Dime sack, you know we blew that wit the cognac
These cheap muthafuckas be grown ass men
So you better get the party started, we get it crunk regardless
The next drink's on me, instead of, oh God, you think O.G
No more parties, 'cuz doc need to listen
First one to come into the party
Right by the x, my bad, here's a pen
Mami's is grabbin' ass, Johnny, I'm grabbin' back
Them bowling ball lead head niggaz, we call them pawn yacks
Boats suites dough beats
Feelin' good like I just got laid
Yeah, I got me some Seagram's gin
Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride
Last one to leave, man, fuck all that
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then they bounce off with them
Dirty and Meth guest room with four dimes
Yo, yo half a box of cereal gone, my milk's warm
You know my habitat, you know my peoples
Everybody got they cup, but they ain't chipped in
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride
Him and Genius flew back from, Uganda black, gettin' that cake
Will you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here
I cursed this bitch out, we be laid back
Thank God it's Friday, I just got paid
Yo, ghost, let him in
Everybody got they cup, but they ain't chipped in
Yeah, greedy muthafuckas
White girls they comin' out, like they Pink on E
Aiyo, check this out
These cheap muthafuckas be grown ass men
Mad strong, this is John John, pro and con phenomenon
Boats suites dough beats
Stretch with a morning yawn, party 'til the break of dawn
Where Divine at? Wine at
I say my girl, like to party all the time, Ghost
Yo, Meth, the mailman
Eh, eh, that's no friend, eh, eh
No cat give you these, rap flow triple G's
If you wit me, where you at there ain't nothin' compared to that
No flows ill as these, him and Ghost, nigga please
Man, I swear I can't stand y'all muthafuckas
Each meet son see
Wu-Tang, the best rap group of all time
And when they try to get you for they ends, that's no friend
Is where it's crackin' at, Street is you passin' that?
Rush little shotgun, rest around nine
My keys is missin', my trees is missin'
Always wanna get high, but never wanna buy
Come back again, drunk off your gin
Spend up my ends, every week, she always crime broke
Refrigerator, fish and sweets with no swine
Osama Bin Laden on my chinny chin chin
'Cuz something in my closet, go look, he's a pissin'
Eh, eh, that's no friend, eh, eh
And U-G. had a master headache
And when they try to get you for they ends, that's no friend
Come on
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then they bounce off with them
Come back again, drunk off your gin
Tell a DJ to rewind that, Killa killed it wit a blind back
Walked passed the Listerine, went straight for the gin
Each meet son see
Yo, I got me some Seagram's gin
