[Verse 1: 8Ball]
Poetry sayer, true player
Hay cheifa, reefer cheifa
Taking n***as deeper
Creep ya, to retrieve the - sticky leaf uh
8-B-A-Double-L is written on my [?] name
Of the coast to coast, host with the most
Transparency, meaning you can't see me like a ghost
Fire from the everlasting burning in my head
Creating tablets with commandments from the sh** I said
Funk banger, bowling ball nut swanger
Making rythms using blues but I'm not a singer
Call me the fat mac - cooling, smoking indo
Able to make you ho p**y hotter than tabasco
Heart stopper, cause I'm such a sh** popper
Bet your dissing gon' be waking up with Jimmy Hoffa
Shut the trash up - b**h, point your a** up
Kicking that sh** is an event I just can't pa** up
[Hook: 8Ball & MJG]
When the sh** jumps off
What you gonna do
What you gonna do
Kick that sh**
If a n***a player hates
Don't let it pa**
What you gonna do
Kick that sh**
If player hating turns into violating
What you gonna do
Kick that sh**
Man it's all up to you
What you gonna do
What you gonna do
Kick that sh**
[Verse 2: MJG]
Here comes the motherf**ing only
Just mack the phonies
Prepare your b**hes for stitches
The rubberhead dick is digging digits
For riches, [?] emergency
Could it be that the gigolo comes out of me
I'm MJG, the connoiseur, entrepreneur
I lure a brick back to the house and let the freaks do her
I'm going blind, the smoke is thick
It's getting cloudy, I'm out this motherf**er, n***a [?]
Now look who's in house, make me lend her
More bullets, more, quicker than the whole crowd saw me pull it
Cap 'em high, watch me shake 'em low, cause I think 'em go crazy
Screaming, pay me, that n***a lazy
P-Funk, hit like a tree trunk [?]
Too much and, mister cuphand, now he reaching
Sneaking, constantly peeping, looking for [?]
She need to comprehend with the sh** that I be kicking
[Bridge x8]
f** it up y'all
[Hook: 8Ball & MJG]
[Verse 3: 8Ball]
Here it is once again - it's 8Bizzal
Flipping the funky flavor with a pause
Dog, what you say? n***a, what?
You mad cause I boned and broke you little s*ut?
Fool, what you expect?
I really hope a s**er get in the range of my scope uh
I told you that I would blow your a** all the way
Skippety-bop with my Glock like Cab Calloway
Smiling, profiling, teeth glistening
Talking like I'm whispering cause everybody's listening
Mentioning how I'm venturing into Michigan
Third under my belt, and it's still Suave click again
Hear me, n***a fear me - don't come near me
Santa, with anna dropping bombs down your chimney
[?], tech gripper, [?]
Send a n***a six feet in a box [?] tangler
[Verse 4: MJG]
They call me f**ing G.I
Left all the trees high, since I was knee-high
I rampage a room full of b**hes, f** a [?]
[?]
While they rest they chin on my inner thigh and
Really try and [?]
The kinda feel to need to make a n***a believe you
And did you [?]
I [?], that motherf**in sh** stuck and
My past sh** sent to ruin, ain't true and
You and your whole agenda must surrender
Remember, I strike so hard I knock you down like timber
Relaxing, continue stacking multiple ends
Ain't looking to find a way to flip my dividends again
Mr. Mackin, pistol packin' straight jackin'
The sh** out of a n***as an*s, make you famous
The [?] last night and too many fighting
[?], wig splitting, he died sh**ting
[Bridge x16]
[Hook: 8Ball & MJG]