Nigga, I’m a real one You do whatever for the fame You make me wanna go click-clack bang I can’t stand you niggas I be wantin' back hand you niggas Yep, all my niggas bangers Watch how I twist my fingers If one fight then we all fight Pop a pill and

I wanna go home with you Home with you Why don't we find somewhere quiet? Too many cooks in the kitchen Too many fools here listening Yeah, we can do whatever you want to Come on and set the mood Yeah, we can go as slow as you want to