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