[ VERSE 1: Klas 1 ] In the hood on the streets a nigga slowly tips With the chronic shit and St. Ides to the lips As I sips, and I'm steady gulpin Somethin for the butt-naked bitch who's down for the fuckin Called up Boss, cause that's my big nigga But he was gettin a dick sucked, now don't that shit figure? Pimpin bitches is the logo Of the 4 Deep, so you best to peep yo hoe Cause if the bitch slippin in the dark She'll get got cause she's just a mark Or should I say a squirrel tryina get a nut And that's why I slipped off in her guts Dropped the bitch off on the corner Went scoop Koo Rod so he could jump on her And I bet you're wonderin why we call this shit 4 Deep When only three niggas creep Cause the fourth nigga is a Glock 9 And he's guaranteed to stay right behind Your busta ass if you ever come up short You'll get smoked like a pack of Newports Never goin out like suckers Cause goddamn, 4 Deep is some hard motherfuckers So don't never go to sleep You best to loc up cause real niggas roll 4 Deep
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[ VERSE 2: Big Boss ] Comin up the block boomin, this is for the jeeps Steady hittin switches as we creepin 4 Deep Six-fo drop-top sittin on them Daytons Loaded Glock 9, come on niggas, cause I'm waitin Spot a couple of hoes at the stoplight I creep slow, hops, as I tip my shit to the right What's up honey, ya sure lookin pretty Thinkin to myself she got some big ol' titties Can we get together, she said, "How you figure? Where's your woman at?" I said, "She's probably with yo nigga" So what's up bitch, can a nigga get with it? I know you want my dick, so baby, take these seven digits No I don't want yo number, but you can keep mine And when you're down for fuckin use code 69 Now we headed for the sto' To get a pack of zig-zags and a couple 40 oz's Pass the square, fool, let me get a hit Ooh shit, I think it's that bitch What's up sugar, can a nigga fall through? I ain't with that bullshit, you know what I wanna do She said, "Yeah Boss, anything for you Bring your whole crew, I got some friends too" Back to the store, I don't wanna get infected I must stay protected when my jimmy is erected Now I'm headed for the love shack Yeah it's a fact that I'm gonna break your back Straight to the room, it's time for hittin action Three hours straight of butt-naked passion I dropped the rubber on the flo', hit the do' Jumped in the six-fo', I'm outty, hoe Up to no good as we creep Cause it's a everyday thing when we rollin 4 Deep
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