[C Ballin] I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch
[E-40] I got no time for no silly games I'm out here in this trap trying have my change I fuck with real bosses, I don't fuck with lames Califor-n-i-a is the state I claim Bitches on my ankle like a ankle bracelet Cuz I'm relevant and I ain't outdated Suckers looking at me like they wana fade They fuck around they gona get emlimate Bossy, flossy, fetty stretchy like pilates Got a black belt hustlin, not karate The best thing sense the slot machine She a dime spitter, a couple of lines and that bitch is mines Now I don't know what you been thinking But I've been the shit in my region Ever sense I can remember Ever sense I been breathing Hollin at a vixen, plotin on some kitten When I start spittin, she starts strippin
[C Ballin] I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch
[E-40] I passionate about my paper man I ain't got time for games The child shit ain't in my program man I mean it to you all lanes I'm bossy, once I get started its hard to stop me man I go Lieutenant rosta boss I ain't Captain save a ho I let a bitch know I got no ho, bitch I'm poo You gata dig me for me, that's the way it's gona go I be galaxy man, I be spacin When I'm spacin I mean my space be in flight and a ho as nigga tryin test my patience Colt 45 case, and I ain't talkin about the beer I talkin street instrumentals, music to my ears I ain't no petty nigga with a face tat and a six pack But I bet I could beat your bitches couchie back Skinny niggas winning right now When the big nigga come back in style Bitch
[C Ballin] I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch
[E-40] You call it swag I call it stylin You nutin to me I nutin to nothing I could be broker then you But I got more respect and more power Right now I sell CD's But I used to slang powder I ain't gata have no paper to get me skin I just give had her my phone and she punch her number in Mack game Big boss talk I don't make it rain And I don't pay for yoak You see the big face Rolex watch The VS1 clarity watch The jacket made out of fox You know how much that cost The three dimensional diamond More carrots then bugs bunny Taylor made and hand crafted like Customize like King Johnny Some times I like to spoil myself All that hatin ain't nutritious Its bad for your health What about murder mouthin Talk down on a boss Through that nigga a towel He been dipped in sucker sauce
[C Ballin] I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitch I turn it up on a bitchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
