Yeah, yeah, Eve And you know, you better
I keep some chuck's on my khakis on my legs Trunk full of funk, nigga, while I'm bread Sliding your system, banging, bobbing heads Doing mines and I care what other niggaz saying
can pop it but they can't stop it, boy, I'm getting mine Selling clothes up in this like Calvin Klein Getting to shake they booty at the same time I'd be damned if I go to jail for the same crime
I'm too slick to get caught up in dirty game I'm a scholar that make off the birdy game hoping I got it popping on the boulevard Man, I ain't with Chevy's, I got my own car
D O double, you wanna rumble, why you testing me? Oh, I know, you must be gone off ecstasy Bad habits, you better kick it it get you loc And try to get yourself on this chronic smoke Fo'
Hey y'all, from East to West Coast All my doggs, we smoke We 'bout to some bank roll Everywhere I go
Man, I see the same I know they already Yeah, we it real raw Snoop, Evie Eve and Nate
Uh, huh, niggas got you head nodding And this chick got the drums from your ears Known to do it, baby bubblin', do dare stop it Love when bitches hate you, hear the song pimps, nothing to me
Got my nigga, Snoop, he down As for my nigga, Nate, shit, he was in Created heat so you can bang it, crank it nice and block me out, I'm popping up Evie Eve, I'm upon your TV
Ain't stuck up off the freezyness Same bitch, pitch, nothing ridiculous Want this brown girl, I see you thug lick lips Gotta have that bombshell, damn girl, I you for me
Keep love on the sides, we in the church On these niggas smoke ties, domino playing up here Praying that legalize but fuck it still choke top down Baby blowing in the sky, come on
Hey y'all, doggs East to West Coast All my doggs, we smoke We to take some bank roll Everywhere I go
Man, I see the same I know they know Yeah, we like it raw Snoop, Evie Eve and Nate
Now, you see me acting up in the club (It nothin') Uh, six fall up on (It nothin')
Huh, breaking up blueberry (It nothing) And every showing nothing but love (It nothing)
Taste buds the same, for the simple brain Should'a never let me learn what millions really Yeah, I'm a girl but really don't want simple things Keep real doggs close, hate cats with brains
Not ready for the collision, up in your lane East Coast, West Coast, you still don't think Dedicated to you, baby, keep gangsta lean You gots to be my queen I'm the Bigg King
The one the Bigg house with the Bigg things Sista Eve, you blessed the whole You're the of the team, with cream, you're so supreme A in the skies, open up your eyes
Me and you together, shit, we gon' the vibes Exercise and go where we go, stay fly Sho' and original, turn up your 'Cause we go, here we go
Hey y'all, from East to West Coast All my doggs, we could We to take some bank roll that I go
Man, I see the same I they already know Yeah, we like it raw Snoop, Evie Eve and Nate
It nothing It nothing It ain't It ain't