[Verse 1: GiLLaTEEN)
And I'm so paid, pockets sag like ya Nana
That's why I say "CHeeZe", when I smile for the camera
Front page? Who Am I?
Call a n***a Dracula, hau-all I do is count
And I don't lose counts, see the mountains I amount
DEUCE DEUCE, I am out!, to the dealer, buy him out
Take the Porsche out the garage, put the Beam on time-out
If y'all really got bread, why the birds flying South?
Holding holes in your pocket, b**h, shut your lying mouth!
Next, Dairy Queen play the p**y, tambourine
Everything I f** look like Angeline Jolie
Holy sh**!
Can't slow these grips, so don't hate
Yeah a n***a always baked, but I still got cake
Cause I'm robbing, n***as calling me Baskin
When my tape dropping, n***as calling me asking
In the meantime, my neck chillin' up in Aspen
Cash bundled up like a f**ing Alaskan, what happened?
[Break: Capital STEEZ]
I can't help it!
Oh, uh, oh, oh, ohh
Ahaa, Yo!
Good morning Pearl
[Verse 2: Capital STEEZ]
There's many fish in the sea, but see Steez going crabbing in
Next chick hit me up, no doubt I'm smashing it
She like my sensual seduction, no braggin'
But I leave her on Cloud Nine, and nickname her Anakin
Don't got to spit, cause she already know the deal
Come over and I teach her something new show or towel
No implication but when you feel the sensation
Between your legs, you could just set up a time and place now
She on top, no it ain't MySpace
Her fam's a co*k block, so she always at my place
She a fanatic of my crazy prophylactics
But she keep it on the low, just incase she get eye raped
Good lovin' what you want, I deliver it
First round and I'mma leave you speaking gibberish
No joking this lady she got me open
And her legs haven't been, since the last time she did a split
[Break: JaKK the Rhymer]
Wa**up!
Uh-huh, Yellow Tape
The Rhymer
Listen
I'm a do it like this, yo
[Verse 2: JaKK the Rhymer]
Plenty guppies in the sea, yeah, that's why I'm fishing with a net
JaKK book full of pigeons, bird-call piping it
He know the game, live life never wife a chick
You know the price that is, in the times we're in?
I poker her face, for formal introduction
And it's your move, get physical, no need to stimulate discussions
I'm a modern day King Midas gold caps
When we touchin', lustin', bustin', us in spread sheets
Then she said this was a song and threw it back on me
I should've paid more attention to her in cla** probably
Cause sweetheart, sh**, you's the hottest
Now let all of your garments melt off your body
And I know that's no way to treat a lady
But you gotta understand you's a groupie baby, damn
And you rockin' with The Rhymer, so I'mma
Sit and recline on this couch and you can find your way down South