So Watcha Wanna Do

Can I take you home?

For sure you're right with me

I'm high, they never could fly a kite with me

I let that ass drag, pullin' up to your mom's pad

Candy painted gold from the 6 straight rag

Two to the front, two to the back

White guts, big blocks

And she love it when a nigga come through and make that shit pop

Drop that ass as I pull on up

I'm addicted to weed, and she really don't give a fuck

Smoked her first blunt but now the game has changed

'Cause the band done hit that ass and now I'm all up in her brain

Gift of gab, her momma think I'm pimpin'

Your daughter is a groupie, mami

Sit back and listen to the song

I can go on and on

Tell you what you wanna hear 'til you get in that thong

Break you off a little somethin' 'cause I'm a grimy nigga

And in the club Friday night is where you'll find me, nigga, uh

It's crackin' in the club, so what you wanna do?

Got a pocket full of bud and this light green too

Can I holla? Can I hit you on your phone?

I wanna be your nigga, not your man at home

Come on, it's crackin' in the club, so what you wanna do?

Got a pocket full of bud and this light green too

Can I holla? Can I hit you on your phone?

I wanna be your nigga, not your man at home

Say she married, but act like she still single

Type of broad like to mingle, now she usin' the lingo

Two shots of tequila, now that ass startin' to jingle

You got the walls sweatin' the way you work that twerk that

I can't complain, I been up on that peepin' game

Whatever's clever, we can do whatever

Ain't no rules to this game, strange

You passed me then asked me to buy her a drank

Got them digits then I walked off smokin' my dank

By the night I'm in the paint, and I'm strapped like Rambo

Just in case a nigga get outta line and get that ass handled

It's mental, marinatin', conversation is real

In the heat of the night, sparked off an ecstasy pill

2 O'clock, got a shotta ass waitin', no hesitation