Pick My Brain lyrics

[Chorus]
Aw mayne, motherf*ckers think I've changed
I'm just tryna chill, that's ain't why I came
Now I got these n*ggas tryna pick my brain
And a couple a b*tches wanna lick my thang
Aw mayne, motherf*ckers think I've changed
I'm just tryna chill, that's ain't why I came
Now I got these n*ggas tryna pick my brain
And a couple a b*tches wanna lick my thang
Aw mayne

[Verse 1]
Up in the scene with some green in my jeans
Me and my team made of most of weed things
Just leaving the lab, bout to have
Bust a drink, find some pink and hope it don't stink
I go out hardly but when I chill at a party
I just be glad to see everybody
Having a good time as we chill and reminisce
Get on the flo' and bust a move, remember this?
As I see the ladies ringing while the DJ is spinning
Bout to pounce up on some pus*y, ain't finna pay a penny
Excuse me Miss, baby you looking good, I wish we could
Get to know each other and uh
(Hey, check it out man
I'm tryin to get out there man, what's the best way to do it, man?
I'm tryin to get out there)
You tryin to get out there, man I don't know, man
I know the door is up there to the right
(Aw man, you trippin')
[Chorus]
Aw mayne, motherf*ckers think I've changed
I'm just tryna chill, that's ain't why I came
Now I got these n*ggas tryna pick my brain
And a couple a b*tches wanna lick my thang
Aw mayne, motherf*ckers think I've changed
I'm just tryna chill, that's ain't why I came
Now I got these n*ggas tryna pick my brain
And a couple a b*tches wanna lick my thang
Aw mayne

[Verse 2]
That n*gga bustin me and talkin bout the publishing
When that ain't the conversation we discussing
When we got a group of b*tches over there in the mix
Lookin oh so fine with their hair fixed
I don't know right now how much will I charge for a verse
But I do know that my di*k is so hard that it hurts
Lookin at that b*tch over there, excuse me mayne
Let me spit my game, hopefully she'll lick my thang
(Oh that n*gga trippin, that n*gga think he that
That n*gga think he this, hey n*gga ain't bout sh*t
Man he ain't gon help a brother out in need
All that n*gga wanna do is f*ck hoes and smoke weed
Man you know I'm tryna come up and tryna do mines
And that n*gga there he ain't got time!)
We got sweets, got freaks, got joints and sh*ts
I won't talk about no mothaf*ckin points and splits
[Chorus]
Aw mayne, motherf*ckers think I've changed
I'm just tryna chill, that's ain't why I came
Now I got these n*ggas tryna pick my brain
And a couple a b*tches wanna lick my thang
Aw mayne, motherf*ckers think I've changed
I'm just tryna chill, that's ain't why I came
Now I got these n*ggas tryna pick my brain
And a couple a b*tches wanna lick my thang
Aw mayne

[Verse 3]
We talkin' and we jokin', 'bout to spark, it finna smoke it
(Say man my CD's about ready, man, what I do)
Market and promote it!
Man my di*k I'm tryin to poke it in the broad when I leave
It's kinda difficult to do it wit you slobbin' on my sleeve
n*gga please hit the weed and chill fo' a sec
What are the chances of you getting the deal 'fore I jet?
With all due respect I understand your hustle
But I'm tryna get one-a-deez hoes to hug my love muscle
(Man, what's a love muscle?
What's a love muscle? Hey man!)

[Chorus]
Aw mayne, motherf*ckers think I've changed
I'm just tryna chill, that's ain't why I came
Now I got these n*ggas tryna pick my brain
And a couple a b*tches wanna lick my thang
Aw mayne, motherf*ckers think I've changed
I'm just tryna chill, that's ain't why I came
Now I got these n*ggas tryna pick my brain
And a couple a b*tches wanna lick my thang
Aw mayne