[Intro]
1 for the money and 2 for the hoes
3 for the pretty ladies, 4 for the bros
Calling out the party people ready to go
On the hunt for some old school wisdom and flow
This be hip hop with a little bit of jazz
Mr. Nice Watch with a little bit of bad
Work out, work out, I'ma beat the jerk out
You be such a nice guy when I beat your smirk out
Oh just relax cause pride be k**in'
Another boastful line, and your blood be spillin'
[Hook]
We good boys but we make you sin
Another funny line and I'll make yo momma grin
[X2]
[Verse 1]
Hold up, slow down, kick it for a minute
Call me Mr. Postman, are you ready to receive it?
Follow up my order, would you like me to repeat it?
I wanna keep you hidden like my dirty little secret
Uh oh, we nasty, scan print or fax me
Double double meanings got the prude ones flashing
Wish I could have married that Mary Kate and Ashley
Back before the day they turned hella bratty
Oh my oh my goodness gracious
Never have I seen a lady so vivacious
Curves be fillin out them hips so spacious
No one's hotter in a 12 mile radius
Fire fire fire fire she so dank
Break break break break down the bank
She coolin', she coolin', everyday she coolin'
Actin' like a good girl but nobody she foolin'
Who these fools tryna act all cool?
They be drowning in the deep end of my betting pool
I'm cruisin', I'm cruisin', everyday I'm cruisin'
Rolling through the streets with a beat that I'm abusing
[Hook]
We good boys but we make you sin
Another funny line and I'll make yo momma grin
[X2]
[Verse 2]
He he he hey
From LA down to Long Beach
I be bustin' out the rhymes for the Zeit beast
It be grimy when we hit it hard, got the homeys reppin' stars
Sleepin on the sky got me moonwalking through the park
Bust a move, right at you, never ever gonna lose
If I do, pick it back up 'til I get myself some revenue
It's sad but true, the people goin' for their dreams are way too few
Life will make you rich if you want it to
So don't ever trip just tie your shoes
And be well equipped for a war with two
Cause the only inner demon is the one in you
He'll stab your back, if you let the ego swell
Down the wrong track, slowly drowning in a hell
Of sorrows, tomorrow got nothin for the hobos
So work your a** off for that black Camaro
Jet black like a blaster pack, I be buzz lightyearin on the attack
Oh brothers, your mothers, sisters and yo lovers
Got racks on racks on racks on racks
[Hook]
We good boys but we make you sin
Another funny line and i'll make yo momma grin
[X2]