[louieville]

Thinking bout the shit that's in my head, type

Of shit that put a nigga on the lead slip then ya' dead

I gotta take a vaca, on sum munchilin ilian pilian on the

Mic yellin may-day, tryin ta stay away from he say

She say but, for ever jealous niggas still bring beef,

Villie still hit the curb cuff leaking kicking it wit pop's

Out back up in the lincoln tricking on my

Baby mom's now im dead stinking he smacked me in

The back of the head boy what you thinking?



[starang]

Word up, in my lex there's only room for two(2) vita

And will that's me and you, smoking weed with hash

We ride pass in slow mo', up in the new gs with the

Sixteen(16) inch mobo's i had ta drop she off pick up my dog

Henny, cause hoe's come a dime a dozen and we got plenty

Aiiyo shit's to slow i gotta say speed up, we got dough to blow

So we can get weeded up, now we ride around in the car with

The seats heated up with the spliffs in our mouth and the henny

In the cup, yo fill it up



[louieville]

Till the rim with brim like it was coffee slamin the door i had

To tell her to back off me



[starang]

And some of our best friends is dike bitches with benz's, m-f-c tat's

And blue contact lense's



[louieville]

So i had to sit back and just catch the breeze, the conjiac got me

Losing a few chest string's but there it was in between the bass trebling

Off the hook that's what you caughing



[starang top dog on cellar phones]

Yo' who the fuck is this?

Yo' is d-o

Word up im goin down to priority

What you goin down there for man

Like "urrrrrrrrrrr"



[starang]

All the girls that i took to conas a pear is in here

My niggas from vande