Til The Dawn

Testing testing, Bosko where they at

Tonight swinger what we getting into

If you wanna dance we can do it tonight

If you wanna smoke c'mon it's alright

If you wanna drink c'mon we popping Don Perion

Doing the damn thang till the dawn

Love me tender, love me sweet, I'm a thug, pack my heat

All I do is spit these ki's, L-I-P's, overseas

Get your feddy, stack your bread

Make them duck heads give you head

If it's money, bout them dollas

Jack your stacks and pop your collars

Ooooh, fa shiggedel

So slick, so sly, so slal

Ghost pick, those thighs, those gals

Came prepared, to my last show

Fire it up, wire it up off of the a sal

Hide in the birds trying to throw it at me now

Let me breathe on you for a minute as I snatch up

This fine ass little brusslesprout and I have to apprehend her

Now guess what, what, chicken butt

Bitch goody goody, wait a minute

It wouldn't be cracking if my cousin

4-Tre wasn't in it, goody goody

Now if you wanna dance, smoke, drink

We got the party cracking like all for you baby

Goody goody, god, make a pimp wanna jump back

Goody goody, don't stop, the beat rock

Cause we hot, the heat rock, and don't stop

Believing, just get your money where you're breathing

This is for the thugs set butts in they laps, goody goody

And this is for E-40 and The Click in the land goody goody

I prosaic, chemically imbalanced

Black folks, lactose and talerance

Red cup, strictly riding gut

Hard licking tricking, bitch playa banked up

Love the baby with the big butt

Walking up, to my F5-50 truck

What's your name, Sandra

Like that, where you from, Atlanta

[Chorus - 2x]