This is for ma homies, riding wit ma homies This is for ma homies, riding wit ma homies Feeling good me n ma homies hanging on, still riding, 1hundy b****" gave up their ass n hoe for ma Gs. We giggling your sista like pimping brand new rolls royce. We alight at hood break every fifty around, we grabbing the city like me n ma homies supposed to Making our presence felt like Christmas day, what can I say? Every vocal is spoken with the wisdom of ma G If you can't relate then please have a seat Baby tell the truth, yeah you know we kill your sauce n drip, gat you tripping for ma homes. Somebody get ready to pass me the hit of that endo, I'm tryna get blown I'm tryna get turned up like the fifteens in my Cadillac Thinking back when we used to be fast n furious swaping hi classs cars. We Gs Gs, we ball ball Who out there I swear boy wanna get touched Roll up, and catch a slug to the chest, so DUCK I talk the talk, walk the walk, now nigga Crazy Lestat, check my track record Everything I touch is gold since eighteen years old, me n ma homies we millions So what that mean? I rolled the blunt And puff the indo smoke in it, I trip in a minute Crazy holy doctor holdin me 'cause I be rockin B Sewin up like Monopoly, nobody's stoppin me Dig it, Funkdafied like Brat, how's that? I stick and move on tracks while I smoke a twenty sack Who said the E can't rock? That's bullshit Suck my dick and get a big fat lick of my balls You wanna brawl? Punk I thought not You might get beat down and stomped like Sasquatch Your girl, like Keith Sweat, I wanna fuck her Psych, I already stuck her Huh, I got rhymes to make your whole head swell up Here's an icepack - homeboy shut the hell up I rock the mic with Too $hort, y'all niggas know what's happenin Everything he touch goes platinum Eyeeaaaah