Lyrics: Damion Young/Kevin Chapman/Nathaniel Hale
Music: Damion Young/Kevin Chapman/Nathaniel Hale
Lady, pick it up, it's me calling
Let me show 'em off out the west
Homie, give it up if you ballin'
Homie, give it up for yourself
Hey, little mama with that tight dress on
I got a small proposition for you (Ah, ah-ah-ah)
You look kinda sexy, got it going on
Here's what I want you to do (Here's what I want you to do)
Come a little closer, let me see that thong
Let me slide this number to you (Ah-ah-ah)
You can catch me in them streets with my blue khakis on
In my Chuck Taylors, smoking blunts with my crew (Gangsta walk)
Hey, hey
Lady, pick it up, it's me calling
Let me show 'em off out the west
Homie, give it up if you ballin'
Homie, give it up for yourself
Hi, baby, are you there?
Yeah, I'm here, nah, don't wait me up
Don't worry, I was up, I'm really sleepy though
I was up all night, thanks to you
Yeah, I miss you so much
It's 6 in the morning, we still going strong
And we ran out of weed at about 2 (Oh, no)
Must be the music, got these gangstas gone (Must be the music)
I'm tryna play this funk down on you
Homie, give it up if you ballin'
Homie, give it up for yourself
Lady, pick it up, it's me calling
Let me show 'em off out the west
Hey, hey
Lady, pick it up, it's me calling
Let me show 'em off out the west
Homie, give it up if you ballin'
Homie, give it up for yourself