I beep my horn and they come to the car
Damn right, they come to a star that's right, it comes with the car
Now tell ya boss, you can't come in tomorrow
My dro, come by the jar, they bring me drinks, why come by the bar?
Naw niggar, I ain't come here to spar these hollow tips?
I'll come were you are, stomp through, smooth with the soldiers

Two stepping, moving my shoulders, now the money's rolling in
We got bottles lined up like bowling pins
Mami, you stearing with a slouch staring at me
While am standing on the coach, come and get in a blue flames
Have a sip with a blue shit, let's rock

Now you know I don't usually do this
(But you looking good tonight)
And you know I don't usually do this
(But you gone smoke tonight)

Now you know I don't usually do this
(But you gone drink tonight)
Now you know I don't usually do this
(But you gone fuck tonight)
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Now, whose hot? Whose not? I could take a few shots you got
I could burn a few knots you got I could blow a few spots you got
But, I chill, I will get it the popping when ever I feel
I still shut it down and I'm white and yellow studded down
Watching pretty girls strut it round take the birdies and plot it down

Like Tiger Woods did it but I'm hood with it
You never seen a thug looked this good with it
And I promise that, fuck with me you better move where Sama's is at
You see am in here with the white ones on
Tryna get fucked up, before the lights come on?

Now you know I don't usually do this
(But you looking good tonight)
And you know I don't usually do this
(But you gone smoke tonight)

Now you know I don't usually do this
(But you gone drink tonight)
Now you know I don't usually do this
(But you gone fuck tonight)