Lyrics
Yeah, this one's a mad ting
What, what
Yeah man, check it (Babe, babe, babe)
I don't even wanna smoke no more, 'cuz
Ah what's, what's shawty and them are saying?
Are they about?
Yeah man, dial 'em or text 'em or something
Might as well, you get me, little Prada ting
Yeah, they chat shit and say man can't go in the shops with man's partners
They say "hard sole shoes only"
They say they wanna search man
See them talk later
That's why I don't even go to these places, man
You get me?
Me and my squads just roll up on a late one
Just to draw two, two tings
Man got the big system in the whip
Seen?
Man just tung tunes on the way there
Likkle L's and that
They say, "Yo, where you goin' though?"
I don't even wanna be rude and that, but
You're looking kind of nice and that!
Year of a tiger, year of a chimp
Who be the lover, who be the pimp?
How we gonna factor this in two?
When deep, deep down, I really love you
Yeah, deep, deep down I really love you
I wanna see you in the front seat boy
(Babe, babe, babe)
(Oh, babe, babe, babe)
Me with the skin fade, you with the curls
Me and my guys and you and your girls
Up in the whip, outside of the rave
Jump in the whip, come out of the rave
(Babe, babe, babe)
Me and my G's was rollin', you and your girls was strollin'
(Babe, babe, babe)
I ain't even down for the boning, just don't wanna see you stroll in (Babe)
Through the ends when it gets too late
It's too hot out here, it's too bait (Babe)
Do it in the backseat, do it in the bed
Do it in the backseat, do it with a friend.
(Oh, babe, babe, babe, babe, babe)
(Oh, babe, babe, babe)