Lyrics
Yeah, pick that shit up, yo
Rumba Jones on third
You know what I want
Thank you
Yeah, baby
Yo
Backed a bitch in the Ritz and after kidnapped her
Actress chick with a British accent, I'm a caster
Might have to crack the whole Ritz cacker
Caviar on the Ritz cracker
I'm not an actor but I'm in character
If she want me bad enough then cop me to Submariner
Not to challenge her
I'm thinking small like a two shot Derringer
Been tagged in the truck, I got errands to run
My telephone calls the therapist
I be telling this stuff
How you fresh as **** but yet in the funk
Even though my cologne long 700 bucks
It don't cover up everything I done
Don't trust me with your heart, I'ma clutch
I stole the plus, the hoes wild out of Goliath clutch
Before y'all judge, clean your own yard up
I put hard drugs in the punch, but I don't party much
Chopped a pump shot, you had to cut it like the retarded bus
Y'all mother****ers done started somethin'
Yeah, baby
Uh, yeah, baby
Hey, Mr. Love
Uh, yo, Robb **** stole bass, call that easy rap
Me and my ace, it take two to make the thing go right
Pingo roll, he gave a pink eye
Your favorite R&B singer gettin' finger popped
I'ma walk out the spot like the king of pop
The bitch was clingin' to my thigh
Couldn't pry off with a college try
You're not shinin', your dime is quiet like a wire
Shit on my eye, you ain't gotta fly to Dubai
To be dehumanized
I promise you I could do the job
Rumba Jones on third
You know what I want
Thank you
Yeah, baby
Yo
Backed a bitch in the Ritz and after kidnapped her
Actress chick with a British accent, I'm a caster
Might have to crack the whole Ritz cacker
Caviar on the Ritz cracker
I'm not an actor but I'm in character
If she want me bad enough then cop me to Submariner
Not to challenge her
I'm thinking small like a two shot Derringer
Been tagged in the truck, I got errands to run
My telephone calls the therapist
I be telling this stuff
How you fresh as **** but yet in the funk
Even though my cologne long 700 bucks
It don't cover up everything I done
Don't trust me with your heart, I'ma clutch
I stole the plus, the hoes wild out of Goliath clutch
Before y'all judge, clean your own yard up
I put hard drugs in the punch, but I don't party much
Chopped a pump shot, you had to cut it like the retarded bus
Y'all mother****ers done started somethin'
Yeah, baby
Uh, yeah, baby
Hey, Mr. Love
Uh, yo, Robb **** stole bass, call that easy rap
Me and my ace, it take two to make the thing go right
Pingo roll, he gave a pink eye
Your favorite R&B singer gettin' finger popped
I'ma walk out the spot like the king of pop
The bitch was clingin' to my thigh
Couldn't pry off with a college try
You're not shinin', your dime is quiet like a wire
Shit on my eye, you ain't gotta fly to Dubai
To be dehumanized
I promise you I could do the job