Music: Christopher Harris/Roy Kinsey/Carla Patrice Lewis
Lyrics: Christopher Harris/Roy Kinsey/Carla Patrice Lewis
(Chris Crack)
(You ain't een een see Cutta in this bitch hittin the juug
Got ya bitch at the travelodge, you know what the **** it is nigga)
Look
I don't really think they understand us,
I ain't ****in with no thot
heighten up yo standards
and she ain't gon blow me unless I tighten up my samples
asking if I got it, bitch I think you know the answer,
huh huh,
I don't really think they understand us,
I ain't ****in with no thot
heighten up yo standards
she ain't gon blow me unless I tighten up my samples
asking if I got it, bitch I think you know the answer,
(Cali Hendrix)
Sippin on purp, thats royal
Nigga talk to me he loyal
Haters gone go disloyal
Bitch hatin me thats personal
I got vvs's,
And that shit drip like water
He had Hendrix sex
And that shit drip like water
All you niggas phony,
All you hoes need order,
I'm finna talk my shit,
Start treating you hoes like daughters,
I'm with that Crackhead shit,
Lets get these niggas in order
(I'm with that Crackhead shit,
Lets get these niggas in order)
(Roy Kinsey)
Lets get these niggas in order,
Don't tap my line, don't tap my water,
Pulled up
In that
Santi-aga
Pana-mera
Thats-a Porsche,
Shit, she ain't down don't force her,
Down for my town, no torture
On hope, on block, on Florida
How you make a whole new culture?
My crest, my drip, I'm royal
I been down, been loyal
Pulled it all out that soil
Wrap the shit up, tin foil
Westside nigga go crazy
Shit, came up didn't faze me
March in with the plan, no maybe
Mix the Hen up with the Bailey's
(Chris Crack)
Uhn
damn her ass fat,
Man I missed my beat,
I think I got drunk on her, (DAMN!)
bootsy Collins on w the George Clinton sauce, (HOO-HOO!)
so I'm finna put my funk on it,
ion really think they understand us,
I ain't ****in w these hoes
gotta heighten up my standards
she ain't gon blow me unless I tighten up my samples
asking if I got it but I think they know the answer,
Bitch