Vic Spencer & Chris Crack - Cue Ball lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Crack] Ah, yah Look You ain't gon whip, get out my kitchen Imma still go the distance I don't park ‘cause I don't need no tickets Just read the scripture Green room for little b**hes finna k**ing sh** Making sure they don't fall behind Still rocking Karl Kanis [on the side?] I'm more defensive like the tallest guy Hit the [Moët Chandon?] at the mansion Or the thrift store I flick clothes Just so I can get hoes to get hosed, uh I break it down like a kicked door Spilling it is so good, ha We made love to all music And they start to look foolish, duplicating ways ‘Cause I started this whole movement Don't know how these hoes do it, ah [Verse 2: Vic Spencer] Ah Sicker than bananas, the man is on his business Gucci spenders (huh?) Pink rag on my sweats cause I'm a member Got you tender in the Pinto Getting [throat?] for months Having fun with b**hes straight outta the slums Bout to come back to the 70s, jeans and a sweater Saucy with the creamiest leather Plushed out, tough route I should have enough out Kicks greener than a brussel sprout Next to bounce, out of nowhere You take selfies, because you have nobody else in your life I live a hell of a life Inhaling a line, telling the stories of crime To the youngins, knowing what they becoming