[Hittman]
All my Cali motherf*ckers wave your hands like so
And all you b*tches getting pimped give your man that dough
Yeah I walk with a limp cause my di*k's in the way
They say I talk like a pimp but I'm a M.A.C.K
What's the difference?
Both of you exploit women for cash
Exactly, but a poor pimp would sell his own ass
I never learnt to simp, man I dropped out that class
You better smoke your hemp through an oxygen mask
Before you come over here f*cking my high up
Interrupting your b*tch while she licking up my nuts
I used three condoms but she let me get five f*cks
Knoc-Turn'al got her stuck with her hands and feet tied up, huh
[Knoc-Turn'al]
When dusk kicks and I reach the club it gets exquisite
Not even giving a f*ck about your b*tch
Or which b*tch she rolling with
It's nothing here
Four or five di*ks gon' spit
And both of us gon' rub on her ass and tits
She mixing up my nut in her mouth with spit
It's obvious she's in love with a mack with a big di*k
I'm involved with a big clit
My music's the deal-o, nympho
And she's in love with it
[Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al]
Watch out
All these scandalous hoes in L.A
Got me rolling with my Glock out
Swing by pick up my dough and then clock out
I'm out
To f*ck hoes every day
[Hittman]
I f*ck 'em in thier house, man
I f*ck 'em in thier jeep
I f*ck 'em when they woke, man
I f*ck 'em when they sleep
I f*ck 'em in the throat
Hey man that's f*cking deep
Like b*tches that want to smoke and b*tches that like to joke
Coming my house broke looking for something to eat
Beat it
From my wizard you get deleted
No more visits you b*tch, I mean it
No hoe, no cry, oh, here's a Kleenex
Here's a p*nis
Kiss it French or English
They say Hit's conceited, nah, Hit's connected
Caramel complected
College b*tches get necked
Jail n*ggas respect it
Big Hit be keeping it West-ing
[Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al]
Watch out
All these scandalous hoes in L.A
Got me rolling with my Glock out
Swing by pick up my dough and then clock out
Then I'm out
To f*ck hoes every day
[Knoc-Turn'al and Hittman]
[K]: I'm down
[H]: For thugs and prissy b*tches
[K]: Got love
[H]: For anybody getting riches
[K]: I feel
[H]: Like me and Knoc the next n*ggas
[K]: At shows
[H]: We make about eight figures
[Knoc-Turn'al]
Why not clown, get down, spit rounds
Lounge with bad b*tches blazing an ounce
We out on the town with a whole crew passing, di*k out (di*k out)
We go up to you, him and you
f*ck your whole crew, we mash regardless
Hittman heard me and you, that's it man
On a late night rendezvous dance
I'm about to blow out my pants
Matter of fact we're up under the club's heat lamp
Drink that and we about to be out
We 2 or 3 minutes from my house
Which means I'm 5 or 6 minutes from di*king you out
Single hoes look at your b*tch and your spouse
L.A. criminal
[Hittman]
In and out with a smile before I spout
[Knoc-Turn'al]
For the meanwhile Knoc and Hit's di*k is all in your mouth