Hey homey, you vatos gonna be here for a while? If so I'll see ya But if not you know where I'll be homey, at the cantina [Chorus x2] Back in the cantina
Now we all see the bitch in you, follow me, nigga Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the fakest have you ever seen? Curtis, Curtis Jackson How come you can never
take little bank' Big dank take little dank I average ninety-five in the paint We comin' down like a shank I know you wanna ride but you can't We all
yourself, oh, hey, hey You know what, I think every man and woman Boy and girl ought to take a little time out And look back over your life Ain't no
clothes so tight Style so sexy, makeup just right Never too much, never too little Black laced bra, Vicki Secrets in the middle Eyes so innocent, smile so bright, works in the mornin' But she'll
be, magic Yo Spin, once again help me get this crowd on it's feet So we can set it off, I've got your back, Salt You know I'm never soft, yo where's
come to hard to give it all to a broad (I know that's right, hell, yeah) We all do stupid things payin' too much for pussy Don't have to be one of em
So a nigga can hear me, we shine and floss We pay the boss ten-G's a night, we buyin' the ball But one thing, nigga things ain't changed Find me at
world And we can roll up a bleezy that'll make your toes curl [Slug] and it goes Puff Puff Pass So you can kiss my ass Oh you didn't know? You must have
What? Oh, ok, um, We'd like one cheeseburger deluxe special extra The one you have out here with the little white cup With that whatever that's in there, we'll take
I?m just too proud to let on Bring back the days when we could talk away our troubles Don?t tell me things have changed so much Please take the time you know
lovers we used to have some type of over standing Just so when I let her get the man-thing she know it?s no strings We could do the damn thing but, hoe
YOUR SHIRT BACK ON! Champion: I?ll tell you one thing. no one?s fucking up me in my hole. Donald: As we join the action, Champion: Because thay are
talking] Now some of ya'll are pimps, And some of ya'll are hoes But the rest.. the rest of ya'll.. don't think I don't know Ya just a hater.. They hate
con la rasa (Talking with the homies) Cause they know who we are Si no so dio cuenta (If you didn't take notice) Then I bet you never were You must be
can't hear my music Keep free-- of negative thoughts, everything'll be fine We all assume... That it would go back to the way things were That it would go back
that big bad ass dangle Nigga you know I'm know for havin' that big ass bank Tryin' to find all your dope, 'cus I'm a smoker I'll find that indo weed