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