After the club, strip When I get you home, strip We on that grown shit baby hop up on this I'ma take your clothes all off (strip) Take your clothes all off take your clothes (strip) Your clothes clothes all off And when the valet pull up shorty ride with

I might go fuck up these bands (ayy) I do this shit 'cause I can (yeah) I just took care of my fam (ayy) Thought this was always the plan (yeah) I might go fly to Japan (ayy) Honolulu, get a tan (yeah) To the beach I don't bring sand (no) Thought that

Said she ain't got nothing good to say You ain't shit (you ain't shit, you ain't shit) You ain't shit So she ain't gon' say nothing, but this Guess I got used to hearing whatever I wanted to hear So she ain't gon say nothing, but this That's what she

La da da da dah Hold up, hey It's the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G (Snoop Dogg) You know I'm mobbin' with the D-R-E You know who's back up in this motherfucker? What what what what? So blaze the weed up then Blaze it up Just blaze that shit up, nigga

My heart froze over I need to re-up, re-up Kick my feet up, feet up Pour another four in my one liter, liter Woah, the truth That I did it with another girl on Thursday after you All this shit we did up on your birthday Honestly, it's just to me another

Nah nah nah nah nah nah This is my story, til the end It's the type of shit they read about Like chris said, I gotta bleed it out I've been in the zone, I can't be without This real shit that I be about I'm a visionary, that's long term But def jam, said

Now get this work No money, no family Sixteen in the middle of Miami I've been work work work work working on my shit Working on my shit I've been up all night, tryna get that rich Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live Walk a mile in these

Yeah I said so, so who drove him? That shit crazy, man Who drove him to the hospital? 'Cause I'm in here trying to make a love song and shit Like I get this bad news I just got the call before I heard the beat They just shot my dog like why it had to be

This shit right here for my Oodles o' Noodles babies His ma was smokin' crack while she was pregnant, so he can't even help that he crazy He goin' to jail, it’s inevitable, forreal I ain't have nobody to give me no hope I hope my momma ain't doin' no

It's the real thing, you are now real, real niggas, niggas Yo, what's up niggas and niggettes? N.W.A is back in this motherfucker And this is only the single Wait until the motherfuckin' album comes out We gon' have some more of that good shit The shit