Hanging around, got the 40oz. sitting with my homiez
Cigarette pack in the back 'cuz ya know me
Smother than satin harder than a rock
Ya itchin' at my jock boy, ya lookin' at a glock
'Cuz I don't play dat lookin' for the 5-0, put me in the pen
'Cuz I stumble like a wino, drank a lot of booze
Falling to the concrete and my head pounding
Like an 808 drum beat
Gotta git paid so I'm steppin' into the party
When I do my thang all the suckas grabbin' their hotties
The lyrical latin, yes, they all know about me
When the turn they back, "Where she at," we outty
Call it smooth lingo I got somethin' for ya
Let a brother score ya then I never saw ya
Till maybe next week 'cuz ya looking so fly
Don't worry 'bout ya guy 'cuz I brung 'em out to dry
Boom, boom, boom
Sucka welcome to the city
Boom, boom, boom
Yeah, yeah now I gotta kick it, gotta got wicked
Yup that's the ticket, even though I do it like the hood way
Don't you know even Cube had a good day
Won't you chill to a gangster's flavor
Won't you savor what the Jay gave ya and if ya can't chill
With your head high, a raw soul brother will hang you out to dry
Back on the ave, coming out wit D.O.Dillinger Ralp
Me doing it like G.O.'s where's the action
'Cuz I'm still maxin' like Freddy Jackson
Yeah, relaxin', passin' the sack out bust a lil' mack out baby, baby
Set lil' back out with the bass kick from the Pioneer speaker
Jump in the van now we can freak 'er
Call up ya friendz then we'll do a hookup
I got my endz so now I wannna book up, to the park
Where the young kids thumpin' after dark
We always into somethin' maybe then we'll visit the club
The pub, the tub 'cuz I gotta a lot of love
For the git down so don't ask why?
Ya better ask somebody I'll hang ya out ta dry
Boom, boom, boom