[Verse 1]
I guess I troop, honey, what the scoop? You're kinda cute
Fuck, your man is drivin' Coupes? I use my climbing boot
Blasé-blasé-blah, I'm not a star, I don't have a car
Fuck all the chatter, you cannot have the bra
Peep the framework, see if the game work
Heard she gave my man herp', the same dirt
On the same skirt, as the week pass
It's like the freak fast, catchin' whiplash when the Jeeps pass
Throw on the switch just to get rich
Call you hon' before I bag it, after that, it's chickenhead bitch
I only got the digits when I met you
Tootsie had a Benz, he boned your friends and got some head too
Right? Hoes don't doze 'cause the mic goes
Pop, when I rock, ocks gon' be psycho
But that's another matter, this ain't a love of splatter
So I can ?? rock and duck ?? rumps that's fatter
Like, I know it's looking right at the stoplight
Pulled the Jag up, you get bagged up like this was Shop-Rite
I guess it's all that, layin' like doormats..peed
When I make this hit you try to catch me
I told her, ?nine-sixty years? all the papers near
Now I need me a gasmask til all these vapors clear
For hours, with all her powers just to see how
Your Range Rover feel, on the real, that's head over wheels
[Chorus: G-Dep]
So what's the deal huh? Let's keep it real huh?
You like these wheels huh? Tell me how they feel huh?
Head over wheels huh...
... uhh, head over wheels huh, uhh

[Verse 2]
Yo honey bust it let's discuss it for a little bit
I know the middle stick, so go head with your little tits
A n***a rollin' in the car from taggings, lookin' type ragged
On the night racket, concoctin' Reeboks and the flight jacket
But that's OK 'cause when you play there's a price to pay
A small way, tend to hallways, twice a day
Don't front though, I make the flow through the gut slow
Or the butt, ohh, made her scream like I struck gold
That's cold, better yet it's freezin', honey steady teasin'
Tis the season for skeezin', no teasin' just some heavy breathin'
Hoe pros and when she blows, only heaven knows
No clothes, ohh! Got that fifty-four-eleven though
That trick, I guess I tricked for this pair of kicks
Just to gas 'em, have her girlfriends askin' "Can we share his dick?"
Divide it equally, and dick it frequently, they always beepin' me
We do this secretly, so yeah don't speak to me
Get 'noid with Floyd, creep up the backstreet ain't that sweet
You don't see them hookers in this backseat
Time and time to get the rubber grind, I guess love is blind
Or he caught you in your eye with his brother's nine
I'd rather use my know of flicks, and the known face
Watch 'em plead just to get them keys on your court date
Hon Dawn got it goin' on, since you're gone pal
Your man Shawn get the horn now, pow
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[Verse 3]
I lift this honey in the air, like no gravity
'Cause of her thoughts, now she's in the porch of insanity
So as you enter, since you commence to
Play the role, you gon' play the coal in the winter
And if you get another fuck it, fuckin
No less than her circumference then I'm hosted in another bucket
I be the one to pass by ya with the cash kinda, crass
You still behind that ass in the Pathfinder
Tryin' to front like she fond of n***as and ganja
Til I pull ups on ya, why? To get menage-a-trois
In the car with Rhonda, hitting it 'til she smell herself
'cause she sell herself like Hondas
These bitches is bugged, all thugged out
'Cause I told her the ride was over GET THE FUCK OUT
Get your Lugz out, get to walkin, that's how the wind blows
Power windows so I can't hear the shit you talkin
You wanna drive stick, combine my prize with
Chinky eyes with lye lit, all that old fly shit
But wake up, without makeup, and get the clear view
Only place I'll be seein' you is in the rear view

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