Windows

"Point her out to me

Oh, that's her, not bad, not bad at all

Let me talk to this bitch

Hello?"

"I have drinked enough booze to tell me

I could use a big stiff dick right now"

"Goddamn baby, you just met me

Let's get to know each other more"

"What difference does it make?

I'm here, what the fuck, turn up"

Aye, these hoes be crazy

That's why I ride away to the hideaway

Bumpin' Isaac Hayes

Seat back, recline in the 'Lac, my mind on my scratch

The beat gat right on my lap, won't bite on no trap

I'm cold, in fact, I hold the gat

And never told a rat where the doja at

I kept my composure

I popped the clover

Hopped in the Rover and drove her

Like a soldier off old King Cobra

Seen a house and pulled over, Motorola'd like

"Come outside, fuck where we 'bout to go, let's ride"

This ain't no punk bitch, when I met her she had on that Louis sweater

And them tailor-made Manolos

A nigga knew he'd get her 'cause I'm into that

I'm like, "What's those, blonics?"

Fired up the chronic, sipped the tonic, "Happy Hanukkah"

She knew what I wanted when I was on to her

She hoppin' in the Range now so I can fill my form with her

And we ain't even got to leave the car

Got the TVs, the cameras, and the VCR

'Bout to make her a star (That's right), y'all know the deal

When you fuckin' freak hoes in your automobile

Come on, let's fog up these windows

Turn up the bump and blaze a little endo

I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough

You know the deal, baby

Let me fuck in the automobile

Aye, I love L.A. hoes, I met this broad named Jody

She used to drink forties with a lil' bit of Stoli's

Picked her up, ran up in the broad and her rented car

Soon as I was finished, dropped her off on La Cienega

Rollin' in the old school on gold wheels

Hoes jockin' 'cause they ain't knowin' this shit's stolen

Pull up at the liquor store, actin' like I need somethin'

Count down, left the car runnin' and the beat bumpin'

I catch hoes like I'm ridin' a stretch Rolls

Dipped in my best clothes, sippin' on XO

But no, this white t-shirt and Girbauds (That's right)

Or the creased Levi's, the 505's

Hat pulled down over my eyes, you know the size

Of runnin' your chops, don't broadcast or televise

To none of them dudes, fuck how hard you chill

Just keep bumpin' bad broads in your automobile

Come on, let's fog up these windows

Turn up the bump and blaze a little endo

I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough

What's the deal, baby?

Let me fuck in the automobile

Come on, let's fog up these windows

Turn up the bump and blaze a little endo

I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough

What's the deal, baby?

Let me hit it in my automobile

You can catch me slumped low in a 'Vette with a ho and Moët

She throwin' a fit 'cause I ain't stoppin', I'm goin' to get

Ridin' high in the 'Burban, never touchin' the curb

Tryna roll a Dutch and I swerve and cut in your lane

Gettin' brain in the Range, you starin' in my LeBaron

But the bitch just looked and laughed, she ain't carin'

Like this one lil' freak that I bumped at Roscoe's

Fucked her shotgun, had that ass on the console

Greyhound tour bus, this shit stay real

When you fuckin' with them bitches in your automobile

I pulled up in the seven-deuce Cutty with knock

TNG sound system, everything else stock

Baby girl in the passenger seat keep askin' to eat

I kept mean muggin' and blastin' the beat

Probably shoot her through the drive-thru, you know the deal

When you fuckin' bad bitches in your automobile, it go

Come on, let's fog up these windows

Turn up the bump and blaze a little endo

I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough

You know the deal, baby

Let me fuck in the automobile

Come on, let's fog up these windows

Turn up the bump and blaze a little endo

I wanna fuck but I don't wanna spend dough

You know the deal, baby

Let me hit it in my automobile, it go