Intro:
Yeah, ha ha, this be boss player cat daddy DeVante back up here with one
More yeah, kickin' that ol' fly fresh sh** for all you motherf**ers
DeVante singing:
I won't be wrong, do you right
And you can roll with me for the rest of the night
No need to fuss, cause I don't wanna choke
Baby sit back here and let the chronic smoke
Hook:
So hand around, and give it up, cause all the real G's
Know what I'm thinking of, cause you gotta be down
So give it up, there's a party over here
So baby show me love, cause I got the gin & juice (yeah you know that)
I got the gin & juice (yeah you know that you know that)
DeVante rapping:
So I be's blowin' mad smoke through your ear
Cause I be's the flavor of the motherf**in' year
So n***a sit your ugly a** down and drink a beer
Cause the doe be rockin' sh** for the year
Now if your ready for the fun, then baby I won't front
Cause I keep a stash of smoke for month to month
I got Playa, I got Suga, I got Jodeci
All the n***as down with this check it (yeah)
How we do baby (cause I got the gin & juice) this be boss player DeVante
DeVante singing:
So don't you feel it, I know you want fun
But I can be the one, to make sure you get enough
So why don't you get crazy, why don't you get rude
And baby we can bump a little later, and everything, yeah it's all good
Hook
Static talking:
Yeah, it's that n***a Static straight outta The Ba**ment crew. Boss player
Representin' for the 9-5. We gonna kick it something like this
To party people we go on a freak fest
Past the chronic if you got a weak chest
Shake your body till you can't no more
And all the hotties get it on the dance floor
Ain't workin' with all juice no gin, one more again
Hit me Mr. bartender, I'm fiend to, slip and get loose
Got to drink a cup of all gin no juice, what's the use
I'm in my basement hideaway, where all the hoes slip and slide away
You got smoke? We gonna fly away
And then me boss player is gonna ride away
Hook
Static talking:
Ha ha this is a nice little party here D. Motherf**ers jumpin'. Hey man
Hand me my beer
Now everybody dranked up, music cranked up
The n***as go put they shanks up till they banked up
The homies they got it cookin', they be lookin'
I leave thier punany shooken, baby booken
They doin' a little dip thens a little dap mens
The Boss get the tip mens, we got the happins
The smoke get slapped in, toes tappin'
It's groovin', silky soothin', keep your body movin'
Hook