[Quik]
Hamm, what's up, n****!
[Hamm]
What's up, my brother
Just loungin, you know
Bout to crack this 40 ounce
[Quik]
Oh, look at you, lil' ol' alcoholic-a** n****
[Hamm]
Well, you know I got to have it, my brother, ain't nothing changed
You want to hit it?
[Quik]
Yeah, what's up?
[Hamm]
Hey man, you tell ME
What's up with the album, man?
[Quik]
Hey man, we tryin' finish that m***********, man
And eh, I need one more song
[Hamm]
No s***
[Quik]
Yeah, I wanted to know if you wanted to bust on it?
[Hamm]
Oh, without a doubt, you know I'd love to
[Quik]
'member that s*** you was busting for me over the phone
That sucka-free s***?
[Hamm]
Yeah, I remember that s***
[Quik]
Well, won't you put that s*** right about
Here!
(Sucka)
(Sucka)
(Sucka)
(Ha?)
(Now a sucker raises up off of you)
Did you miss me?
It took a little time to get sucka-free
But since a young g it's PPC
Ain't no shame in the name
And still true to the game
Still serving suckers, just the same
No sense, and dwelling in the past tense
I roll with Quik, so you better check your ladies, gents
Cause I'ma teach her how to break you, right before I break her
After I make her, then I shake her
Yeah, I know, you heard it all before
But I can't deal, cause I see you're still simping for a hoe
Claiming pimp, but you're paying for the pu'
Silly sucker, punk m***********
They only flock and jock
Cause you're filling up they pocketbooks
And you're still judging b****** by they looks
When it's really all about what she can do for you
I do for me and still see a True
Ah-ha, really? Do you hear me, bro?
Got your name all on your lips, but your chick trips
Oh no, never will I lower to your level
And I got 17 for ya, devil
Too True to ever let a sucker like you
Make me do something that I don't want to do
I'm still real with it, you got's to deal with it
I serve that a** like a clocker, I don't give a f***
But who you're doing, how you're doing
Or what you do it with
You better miss me with the dumb s***
So when you're speaking on the Playa Hamm or my n**** Quik
Everybody knows you're sucking on a fat d***
It ain't nothing to nothing in your a**, so that you see clear
Booming in your ear, so I know you hear
b**p this in your Coupe with your R&B want to-be-me
Trick-a**, I'm sucka-free
Hamm, what's up, n****!
[Hamm]
What's up, my brother
Just loungin, you know
Bout to crack this 40 ounce
[Quik]
Oh, look at you, lil' ol' alcoholic-a** n****
[Hamm]
Well, you know I got to have it, my brother, ain't nothing changed
You want to hit it?
[Quik]
Yeah, what's up?
[Hamm]
Hey man, you tell ME
What's up with the album, man?
[Quik]
Hey man, we tryin' finish that m***********, man
And eh, I need one more song
[Hamm]
No s***
[Quik]
Yeah, I wanted to know if you wanted to bust on it?
[Hamm]
Oh, without a doubt, you know I'd love to
[Quik]
'member that s*** you was busting for me over the phone
That sucka-free s***?
[Hamm]
Yeah, I remember that s***
[Quik]
Well, won't you put that s*** right about
Here!
(Sucka)
(Sucka)
(Sucka)
(Ha?)
(Now a sucker raises up off of you)
Did you miss me?
It took a little time to get sucka-free
But since a young g it's PPC
Ain't no shame in the name
And still true to the game
Still serving suckers, just the same
No sense, and dwelling in the past tense
I roll with Quik, so you better check your ladies, gents
Cause I'ma teach her how to break you, right before I break her
After I make her, then I shake her
Yeah, I know, you heard it all before
But I can't deal, cause I see you're still simping for a hoe
Claiming pimp, but you're paying for the pu'
Silly sucker, punk m***********
They only flock and jock
Cause you're filling up they pocketbooks
And you're still judging b****** by they looks
When it's really all about what she can do for you
I do for me and still see a True
Ah-ha, really? Do you hear me, bro?
Got your name all on your lips, but your chick trips
Oh no, never will I lower to your level
And I got 17 for ya, devil
Too True to ever let a sucker like you
Make me do something that I don't want to do
I'm still real with it, you got's to deal with it
I serve that a** like a clocker, I don't give a f***
But who you're doing, how you're doing
Or what you do it with
You better miss me with the dumb s***
So when you're speaking on the Playa Hamm or my n**** Quik
Everybody knows you're sucking on a fat d***
It ain't nothing to nothing in your a**, so that you see clear
Booming in your ear, so I know you hear
b**p this in your Coupe with your R&B want to-be-me
Trick-a**, I'm sucka-free