Dat's My Potna (Radio Version)

[ VERSE 1: Rube ]

It's so wonderfully all good and everything's superb

I got the herb, I got my Hen mixed in with the Bird

So hear the word, potna, I'ma look up

A bunch of monkeys, so then we can get the hook-up

That ain't a problem cause you is like kin with me

I said you been with me, you sipped gin with me

A true potna won't hesitate to dial the crew

Cause if it's foul with me, I know it's foul with you

(Yeah, dat's my potna, doe)

Sidin shotgun at the sideshow

I show no love if your shit ain't came back, so

They can't fade Young Rube the Rascal

Relax, hoes, it ain't naythin but P Deuce

Ki-Dog, the Mad Dog 22, Kiwi Juice

At the lounge spot hittin the round spot with no sequels

I switches up with my peoples

[ CHORUS: all (2X) ]

Yeah, dat's my potna, doe

Yeah, yeah, dat's my potna, doe

Yeah, yeah, dat's my potna, doe

Yeah, yeah, dat's my potna

[ VERSE 2: Chezski ]

Funk Slave flavors being brung all in the paint

Forget about my potnas, never worry, cause I ain't

And [Name] knows a lot about the young folks

Me and my killa [Name] run and let the thoughts soak

Forget about [Name] and Little Skinny, shit

We gon' do it right and do it right, slick

And come up at em loose with my trouble hounds

Fuckin with the proof and not the double downs

In this thang ain't no suckers that I'm runnin with

Old school way back is all I'm comin with

And play the dominos like a nympho

(Come on, man, it's on you, dude) tint them windows

And potnas are reserved for the dunk funk

You get em juiced and find your ass with gorilla dumps

And dying for each other's just way real

So get it tight when you're comin for the rough skill

They after the crew, I gives a fuck and I'ma go 'head

And put a hollow slug up in they fo'heads

Doin time for all the backstabbin trick hoes

I'll do a solid any day for my potna, doe

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[ VERSE 3: Baby Beesh ]

I got no words for the sucker butts, the tricks, the clowns

I'm down for my canines, my dogs, my hounds (woof!)

Yep, and so I say, "What's goin on, black?"

What's up, dude, I'm givin up dap

Known to get (wild and loose)

You're kickin it tough with (Potna Deuce)

I gives a damn what set you claim

Cause if you're givin up love, you gets it back, mang

Grip tight everyday-a

Dat's my potna, dat's my playa

Who got dank, man, I need a response

Now money, watch out, cause I got twomps

Whether it's Tallyho, bombs or hay

And about the women, man, it's Cock Holiday

Had it goin on since young types

Done been through Converse and to' down Nikes

So come get with this jamboree

Where we're treatin our potnas like family

Down as the ground straight from the 'Joe

Yo check it out, dude right there: dat's my potna, doe

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