When I got to the spot it wasn't even crowded Made a few phone calls now we all bout it, bout it Wit it, wit it, hella fitted, punk rock better quite it Got one pill left and she askin me to split it I aint wit it, where I'm goin? b**h Why? Have you ever had X O in your eye? b**h why, die, choke on suffa My n***as in da back trynna smoke on suffa Fa sho gone stuff a, dub in da wood Now it's me, MD, PSD and Shoog I'm feelin' good, UGH, got a hoe on jock I think she on puss to, maybe not Baby co*k, nineteen, wit her own spot And a day wit Dre, I'll have her on robot It don't stop, I'm a mack and I'm proud, I go wild get hyphy, get loud