Ain't nobody fucking with my dogs Ayo, this one nigga that roll up that smoke When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again) I keep the hammer on side of me Ayy ayy step back motherfucker, watch out! La la

I'm going going, back back, to Cali Cali (Going back to Cali) When the la-la hits ya lyrics just splits ya Head so hard, that your hat can't fit you Either I'm with ya or against ya Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya Talking to the rap

This scene I'm on is for actors and actresses Bitches comin' in disorderly fashion I belong in the Wraith like a star gaze Cameras gon' flash when you're the main attraction Looking in the mirror, I count this shit backwards Had to get this shit the hard

A next man have you gal when you missing Yo frata (back to life) me wa go (back to reality) Me wa go (back to reality) Listen, you can get pum pum a prison Stay far from war that a coppa And led you can't get head when you dead. The food a shit, bed

Oh-oh, oh-oh-ooh, I'll be waitin' for you You can run, you can run So when the lights go down And the sun hits ground You should know that I won't back down (I'll be waitin' for you) Knuckles out And the guard in my mouth When you're hungry for the next

Me, got it out the mud, they respect that Me, always spread the love when I get back You, got your hand out, that's a bitch move You, always complaining like a bitch do Me, still right here with who I came with Me, self-made, my circles on the same shit

Shit seem so sad when you look back Hello, hello, hello And I thought about the things you used to say And I thought about the things we did And I thought about you today And I thought about your newest kid And damn that makes 2 now Oh what do I do now?

And if we finish off a fifth, I don't see nothin' wrong If I spend a few bands when I should have let it stack I can make that shit back, I don't see nothin' wrong If I smoke a whole ounce and I don't even leave the house I could look at my accounts and

Shorty, don't clap-back on the dick (hey!) Bitch, when I hit that, do a split (hey!) When I hit that, do a trick Don’t clap-back on the dick Don't clap-back on the dick DVDs, porno tapes Scott Storch Know I keep a tool on me I come in the room, I might

I love it when you cry The tears bring out your eyes Hit it from the back do me like that There's something to say 'Bout feeling no pain It's sexy when you're joking of It shows that you're alive Uh, the tears bring out your eyes Feels like you're a