I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man, them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta Switch my whip, came back in black I'm startin' sayin', "Rest in peace to Bon Scott" Close that door, we blowin' smoke She ask me light a fire like I'm Morrison Act a fool on stage Prolly leave my fuckin' show in a cop car Shit was legendary Threw a TV out the window of the Montage Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin', don't give a damn Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in Sayin', "I'm with the band" (ayy, ayy) Now she actin' outta pocket, tryna grab up on my pants Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain't got a man And they all brought a friend (yeah, ayy) I've been fuckin' hoes and poppin' pillies Man, I feel just like a rockstar All my brothers got that gas And they always be smokin' like a Rasta Fuckin' with me, call up on a Uzi And show up, man, them the shottas When my homies pull up on your block They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (ta-ta)