Ounces of weed Got your own If you at my table Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Uh, long days, gotta recharge to run the play Paper straight, come up with bars to get us paid Major weight make it hard for them to imitate Rolex tell the daytime and the date

Yeah, I said it Yeah, I said it, babe Yeah, I said it (ooh yeah) I ain't tryin' to think about it, no Yeah, I said it, boy, get up inside it, uh I want you to homicide it Going slow and I want you to pop it uh And I think I kinda like ya

I love to get 2 on I love to get 2 on (I love it) Man, I love to get on When the drink be too strong When the tree be way too strong Get faded, turn up, bruh Pour it on up 'till I can't even think no more Get ratchet, go dumb then go more dumb then

Ali Bomaye! Ali Bomaye! Thank God that a nigga seen another day Got a chopper and a bottle fuck it let 'em spray Get my people out them chains nigga I mean handcuffs, time to man up Put my hands up? Fuck you sayin' bruh 'Cause I'm a black man, in a

Got to keep it goin', got to keep my head up, uh I fall, I break, I mess up, I make mistakes But if you can't take me at my worst You don't deserve me at my best This song's for anybody I shout, I swear, I get angry, I get scared I got to keep it goin',

Maybe we crazy, but this is the way we came up Nigga front, and somethin' gon go down Nigga stunt, cruise to this bitch if you want Widout a strap, and you gon getcha ass laid down Yea, uhuh, lets take em dere, yea Man Sonny a fed joint, he half way out

See the way you wiggle it girl You mek mi stress it out Said I cannot wait fi caress it When when you press it up Say the way you moving it girl I cannot get enough When yuh feel mi push it pre-press it up When time you want it come get it Let let me set

That bad love (huh) Pure badness (huh) Take me away 'cause tonight is the night, I I'm ready to turn up Ge- get a likkle loose, ya girl Sip Ciroc with the juice, ya girl You nuh have no excuse, ya girl

Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?) I'm comin' for that number one spot! (Alright) Rappers swearin' they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh) But I'm comin' for they number one spot! (Alright man) Scheme scheme, plot plot (say what?) I'm comin' for that

Uh ah, uh ho Yeah, she's gotta have soul Or it won't feel right Well, just plain, clean and simple Wrapped up nice n' tight And homegrown and down-home, that makes one Cookin' up that old time, long lost recipe for me, woh It's gettin' hard to find