[intro]
-let's go!
-can we get the hell out of here? where's that nutty son of yours?
-you know that's a good goddamn question, where the hell is billy bob? billy bob!
-i'm out here, paul!
-where the hell are ya? you better not be in that goddamn chicken coup fuckin those chickens. told you bout that shit
-i'm not to it, i'm not
-for your good you better not be, you best not be. get yo ass up in here, we gotta take this damn hay over the work, what's wrong
-coming now paul
-come on now
-i'm coming now paul
Turn it up, turn it up
The streets of the ghetto
Damn, damn, yeah, yeah, yeah. what's up to my peoples all throughout the greater bay. can't forget my folks down there in la. my real peoples up there in seattle, you know. what's up, what's up? can't forget my folks in houston, houston in the house. kansas city, what's up, what's up. detroit. oh, can't forget new jeru
[verse 1]
What's up my peoples, yeah my real kinfolks
Big ballin' the brough, nine to five and moving the dough
May your steps is blessed through the streets of the ghetto
And the feds and the rollers don't kick in your dough
All my oldschool patnas right there in the turf
May your money be long and stay in a bitch purse
To the chassies that's in love with the country club
Always mob for your nigga and keep that pussy bomb
To the double og's from the triple c's
Take the time to say thanks to you humbly
For puttin' game in my brain like water to a seed
Took time but i grew into a mackin machine
Sawyer street to the nyc
South central out to memphis, hoes choosin' on me
I'll keep it in a mac fashion for the world to see
I rep the crest internationally for all the cuddies that be rest in peace
I blaze the blunt and take another drink
As i ride in the chevy with the 415
I'm way gone with the pimped out lean but stay balanced like a triple beam
Hogs know what i mean
[chorus]
Playa, if you want to get fucked up and high like i do
Hang your coat, kick off both your shoes
I'm finna take you to the stars, touch the full moon
Hear me out, mayne
If you like me, blow it all, seven days of the week
Then you ready for a healthy servin'
Of them light greens and chicken head hot wings
[verse 2]
Back in the days like the sun didn't shine
When i was out on the grind, trying hard just to survive
Now i can have whatever money can buy but i ain't trippin
Cause i still hit you up with the same gang signs
Still fuck with them niggas that i grew up with
And all the coppers in the town still ridin' the dick
Still sick with this, still not a celebrity
Just now established from the game that i spit
In my travels i done seen all type of crazy shit
Every city got a ghetto with gangstas in it
Every state got four people tryna deal with the times
Every country got violence and crime
No, you don't think your hood is harder than mine
Where i'm at, the weak die, and you must retaliate before you cry
And boss ballers don't last that long
We hear the rollers go way hard, the sack is coming for your dome
All the niggas and the bitches is down for the dual chrome
But i love it, ain't no place like home, yes sir
Niggas and bitches is down for the dual chrome
But i'm proud to call the ghetto home, what's up
[chorus]
If you want to get fucked up and high like i do
Hang your coat, kick off both your shoes
I'm finna take you to the stars, touch the full moon
Hear me out, mayne
If you like me, blow it all, seven days of the week
Then you ready for a healthy servin'
Of them light greens and chicken head hot wings, come on
If you want to get fucked up and high like i do
Hang your coat, kick off both your shoes
I'm finna take you to the stars, touch the full moon
Hear me out, mayne
If you like me, blow it all, seven days of the week
Then you ready for a healthy servin'
Of them light greens and chicken head hot wings
[verse 3]
To all my cuddies doin' years in the penn
Where the state of affairs don't let the time stretch ahead
And they got you in the hole, all alone in your cell
Yo i'm there with you nigga, i'm your cuddie for real
Remember us in the town, tryna chase hoes down
Smokin' holla, serving blow in front your auntie house
When we finally got some paper, we didn't know how to act
Buy nikes by the dozen, plus your bows to match
Then hit the hood like diplomats, i'd give it all to get them days back
Before the judge touched me with the macks
But around the world, you know it's hard to be black
When your odds is stacked, the racism is a fact
So tell the ceos to go fuck themselves
And tell the pussy ass boy that ain't no pimp build
That can break a soldier down, i know you feel me like real
Don't tripc cause when you touch down, i'm gon be still
Havin' thang in the game, still doin' my thangs
And we could share some light greens and chicken head hot wings
And we could share some light greens and chicken head hot wings
[chorus]
If you want to get fucked up and high like i do
Hang your coat, kick off both your shoes
I'm finna take you to the stars, touch the full moon
Hear me out, mayne
And if you like me, blow it all, seven days of the week
Then you ready for a healthy servin'
Of them light greens and chicken head hot wings
[outro]
Young black brotha entertainment, and we do mean entertainment. don't try this at home
-thank you very much, thank you, oh yeah, thank you, thank you very much. that's right, thank you very much
-tell us a story!
-yeah, tell us a story!
-tell a story nigga!
-okay, thank you very much
-tell us a story!
-i wanna tell ya a story this evening about a man by the name of ralph birkwood
-go on nigga
-now ralph birkwood was married to beth birkwood. beth birkwood and ralph had three beautiful children, lived in a beautiful home. made of money, ralph was a lawyer, beth was an architect. but beth was becoming increasingly discontent, dissatisfied and frustrated with their sexual relationship. and when they made love, it seemed like beth mind drifted off. and ralph could feel it, so ralph hired a private detective to follow beth. found out that beth was fucking a gentleman by the name of johnson sinburnstein
-come on man, let's go man
-oh, oh why you stop me, khayree? had the imagination goin' man, yeah, okay, alright, tellin' you, i know had
-i gotta do this track
-you can visualize it
-yeah
-you know, for sure
*"people ever ask you?" playing in the background*