Dame Grease - Chase you home lyrics

[Intro: Max B] Yeah Nice introduction Matter of fact We don't need no introduction man There's only a couple of n***as that can ride this bomb-a** Grease beat It's Dame Grease wave aye Got the boy Al Pac with me on this one again Got a little cla**ic back with Dame Grease Let's go The Dour [Verse 1: Max B] Tell them loosen up Two hundred I spend on all my drawers Blow up my baby powder and my polo [?] b**hes know me out in Pelham They tell me "Max B I wish that you could put your dick in the package" Got a n***a running with the ratchet Steady trapping them n***as off n***a we drinking We got that henny oh Got the semi off in my enemies Praying that they die slow Cops are just steady coming We running from the five-oh Yeah them b**hes they got nothing on [?] Max This is the truest f**ing song [?] Put your [?] Go on to the left Let a n***a grip You know how the bigga get You know how to hit a lick When you [?] beat bread Just bring ham if you need it for the hit Keep a forty by the pillow I'll shoot him in his sleep too All you got to say is where to meet you [Hook: Max B] I wonder if I chase you home Just talk about it Or even made you taste this chrome Shock the party I wonder if I stayed too long Would you still want to f** me baby Because I'm scheming tonight [Verse 2: Al Pac] One of the hardest out Smoke like a chimney Birds trying to hide the wave Don't have the remedy I'm sipping on Hennessy Riding on my enemies I'ma be a menace so you n***as ain't getting rid of me Think I can't f** with whoever Then put your money up Started from the fifth Guarantee They'll tear your tummy up [?] got his money up b**h So I wanted war n***as get out of line Hit them with the forty-four Gang Green That's the team b**h we tear the strip up Ten guns flipped up Quick to shoot your whip up Steady clean Looking mean Five-thirty-five high [?] well-loved from Compton to [?] Biggavel Young Pac First to make the gun pop I'm the king of the city These little n***as run blocks If rap don't work, then It's back to the street [?] must blow hard on this Dame Grease beat Preach [Hook: Max B] I wonder if I chase you home Just talk about it Or even made you taste this chrome Shock the party I wonder if I stayed too long Would you still want to f** me baby Because I'm scheming tonight [Verse 3: Max B] I heard she was a ten And despite of her husband I heard she get it in (she get it in, yeah) Let me tell you n***as how she [?] around the bed She get it around the head I'ma hit you with plenty more Baby girl You ain't give me your all Bigga ain't got no penny for hoes I'll make her do plenty chores In every thirty seconds [?] Yeah, give me more Semi soft Daddy need him a rub down Dust down n***a we putting in Look at the money pile I'm copping the [?] n***a squeeze [?] He ain't supposed to have that Fifty stacks down f** the cash [?] f** the stash at? Biggaveli The cla** act [?] into the left Look at him go Damn, they let they let the boys run Selling your p**y just like a car girl [Hook: Max B] I wonder if I chase you home Just talk about it Or even made you taste this chrome Shock the party I wonder if I stayed too long Would you still want to f** me baby Because I'm scheming tonight [Outro: Max B] Yeah This is wavy [?] Biggavel Al Pac You know This sh** is wavy over here man Know you n***as wish you could do joints like these To [?] We here Aye Al Pac We got 'em baby Weak n***as don't [?] My young gunner better than every n***a over there Yup Shout out to [?] You already know Dame Grease You got another one Baby [?] lip-singing Domain Pain 3 Baby n***as about to get the dunking Ahh