jus' sittin on tha stoop, watchin niggaz back tha block up/
another brotha on tha corner , jus wrappin dem rocks up/
alarm bouncin off in tha hood, police hold up hustlah on tha way/
but then they say "O.K" this nigga's tip smoke gray/
they say, all this fella talk about is selling weed fo' a livin/
niggaz forget i come wit new shit, (why?) cuz i'm different/
ye u gotta point, i talk about weed, its all in tha money/
but still niggaz forget that i keep tha' track gully/
i saw mami wit dem velour sweats, ears embedded wit diamonds/
jumped of dat stoop, got a giggle, in remarkable timing/
baby was a hood rat, but not worried about ma dough/
i was spittin flow like fine wines into mami's earlobe/
i told her i was smooth, but deadly, like a pearl handle pistol/
Honey was hummin dat melody when i rubbed her titties like a crystal/
it was gettin to loud, because of dem hop-scotch children/
she offered me some of her time in her buliding/
headed to her room, hit tha bed, but started her sentence wit' "look..."/
i said "bitch i dun kare if yur leg broke, hop up on yur good foot"/
that comment followed me getting thrown out/
i said "baby i'll be sensistive" and "I'll work it down south"/
no comment, so i stopped hollerin' , around 3 minutes later/
right then 2 niggas pulled outta tha elevator/
so i gave up and headed down tha staircase/
at tha bottom was a latina bitch doin' her man's braids/
walked outta tha building, lamposts were now turned on/
mobsta's comin down tha street, all dem children were all gone/
cell vibratin in ma pocket, i said "holla" and then fella states/
"there's a grimey party happenin down around at club 108"/
i asked where dat shit located, nigga said down south/
said i would reply after i got changed and headed outta da house/
came downstairs in velour, laced up kicks, said i was leavin'/
and tol' ma sistah i'll be back tommorow evening/