One-Scarface

Sittin' at the stop light lookin at hoes Peeping out this b**ch in her black Girsauds Windows rolled up tight, top was closed Blowin swisher sweet smoke out my nose Open up the door and asked the b**ch what's up Lookin' at me crazy, I'm like b**ch what's up She asked about my woman, I said my woman at home I asked about her ni**a, she said her ni**a was gone I got my pencil and got her digits and things And after three or four days I gave that b**ch a ring We started talkin and I dropped some sh*t Gave her some game and now I got that b**ch Now she wants to give your homie some a** But there's just one question I called my homie, told my homie it's on Gotta few hoes that wanna moan and groan They on they way I just hung up the phone And we gone be like Marvin Gaye, ni**a, gettin' it on But you gots to keep your head right And make these b**ches feel at home Cause these B**ches got they head tight And furthermore, they bringin' w**d Hung up the horn and the hoes arrived Three tight young tenders, them hoes was live Rolled herself a wooler, told her fade me true Cock bustin at the seams of her Daisy Dukes A** fatter than a motherf**kin quota hoe Ready to take one of these b**ches to the slaughterhouse Got my shirt over my dick cuz it's hardened to f**k Cuz I get real daddy wantin to f**k It's about time to put the game in attack Tapped and told her what's her name in the back Got em in my room about to hop in the tub My homie walked in, "sh*t, brad, what's up?" TOld my homie put it down we spend to act a fool The hoe said "cool, hop yo a** in the pool I wanna polish up your tool." But it's just one thing before you do