We handles ours from the all-stars to the handlebars
Whatever fuckin' reason would they wanna wet me up
I lost my balla doe and my balla hoe
I ain't trippin' shit, I ain't Hollywood
I got a great big bodyguard
I'm fuckin' wit' dis hood rat
What more can I say? "Top Billin'"
I stole ya hoe while you was in prison
(Where you from?)
On a mission to keep on dishin' all fools
Yeah, I'm fin' to fall off into this party with my lil' bitch mane
Shit's real, we peel for the meal
It's yo' hood so I figure it's good
And my bitch done dipped 'cuz I done run outta chips
And get me up out the bitch wit' da heat
And I probably won't leave until I finish this Henn'
I get the money, the money I got
They gonna get got, feel the pain, sweeter and sweeter
That's how it is, ask yo' kids
The bitch that I was wit' tried to set me up
We came here together so we can have fun
Naw, hold on, let me see how should I say this
Man to some sucka ass nigga, man, I'm fallin' slow
Next thing to do is rob a ball of folks
That's what's wrong wit' niggaz
So step up if you wanna get hurt
(Why?)
Dogg is chillin', makin' a killin'
And bring them same skanless bitches
Would you stop schemin' and lookin' hard
And these niggaz don't look like they wanna tussle
Lost the Coupe and the keys to the Caddy
(Fuck 'em)
Hoes call me Doggy when they feel real hot
Doggy Dogg cold out shot us them hoes broke the rule
Jail, for spousal assault
Well, the party didn't start till I walked in
I trust her dog
That's what I get, I got it good
Steady thinkin' wit' ya dick and puttin' faith in a bitch
I'ma creep to the who ride all by my lonely
Crackin' bitches in ya hood bitch
With buckshots comin' from the homies in the cars
It's in her neighborhood
Nah, you ain't gotta roll with me it's all good
(Bullshit ya bullshittin')
What more can I say? "Top Billin'"
Take it 'cause once we get it, y'all come kick it
I wish I woulda, but I didn't
Shootin' dice came up short now I'm doin' bad
I slid my bitch in the back do' an' she crept in with the nine
(Give it up, nigga)
I gotta dust 'em if I rush 'em
And a party wit' a gang of off brands and a freak
I got some homegirls layin' low in the kitchen
Aww yeah, how y'all wanna play this
Nigga didn't bring damn homie
Me and you baby goin' one on one
But in between time or in the meantime
But if them niggaz start trippin'
Dogg is chillin', makin' a killin'
You was jealous it's all your fault
Nigga mad cause I touched under his bitch skirt
So bad that I'm livin' with my momma now
Aw nigga shut up nigga, I hear you, don't trip
Can't ain't even call a hoe, I'm feelin' smalla loc
