You better watch me, I'm smebbin' down the streets in my seven, oh You better me, I'm comin' smebbin' Ninety-five, ninety-six,
I was smebbin' through the one day down the streets in my seven, oh Smebbin' through the one day You better watch me, I'm comin'
I was through the park one day like a motherfucker, swervin' Smebbin' through the one day You better watch me, I'm smebbin'
I was smebbin' through the one day In the very month of May I seen three switchin' bitches, that I had riches Started walkin' my way
Hangin' out the of my Brougham Caddy-Mack Ham sandwich the BEEZ off in the back I mah-uh-macked on one but I down two tenders like that, smashed out
Dabbed out, bust a pattern, 'em smokin' Just like Felix Mitchell and them used to do out in Oakland Major clout without a like Clarence Carter I'll be strokin' Kick a bootch smooth up out my car if she get to actin' like I ain't
Smebbin' the park one day Smebbin' the streets in my seven, oh I was through the park one day You better watch me, I'm comin'
Smebbin' through the one day Pervin' a motherfucker, swervin' I was smebbin' through the one day You watch me, I'm comin' smebbin'
Say hoe, you got E's mixed up What the fuck you mackin' for, uh bitch? You got your E's up Always pitched a bitch, timer-ass bitch You best to come and do, 'posed to be with anything I do
Now first of all you correct me I was much already an established celebrity Get my keys Zack me off, keep up in the game so heavily But you see a stubborn, why in the fuck you
I raised your ass bitch, brought your ass out the you was in the red, without a roof overhead I helped ass out, by puttin' you in my bed this time last year your ass was in the dark And bitch, I'm out, to the park
Smebbin' through the one day down the streets in my seven, oh Smebbin' the park one day Boy you better me, I'm comin' smebbin'
I was smebbin' through the one day like a motherfucker, swervin' I was smebbin' the park one day You better watch me, I'm comin'
Woke up in the on percolation Hit the up, made reservation crackin' man, nigga what's cookin'? I got some man, nigga good lookin'
Walked out the house, ten thirty Dang near forgot my epinine It's unlawful for me to forget my folks all my reapers and stealer's would like it For me to forget my
Even y'all my peoples, off the record playboy Where the alcohol and your broccoli at I'm tryin' to get my dick wet, where the hoes? Where the big booty bitches? Yvette's and
I like 'em thick with the mickers by their hand Bow legged bitches with the bigger Gaps the Band Tell me a little bit about yourself Tell me a about your history
You done fucked and made me mad Now I'm sabout to bad Tore up, ass, bitch, if you don't me some head You best to smeb,
through the park one day Smebbin' the streets in my seven, oh" I was smebbin' through the one day You better watch me, I'm smebbin'
through the park one day Pervin' like a motherfucker, I was through the park one day You better watch me, I'm comin'
Smebbin' the streets in my seven, oh You better me, I'm comin' smebbin' Ninety-five, ninety-six, You watch me, I'm comin' smebbin'
down the streets in my seven, oh You better me, I'm comin' smebbin' Ninety-five, ninety-six,