[Intro: Sway & RiFF RAFF]
RiFF RAFF is here
You said something to me earlier, man
You used to freestyle in high school in the back of the bus
You said...
Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah
You get? Wanda, do me a favor
How'd we throw a beat on, man?
Can you do that for us now, man?
I ain’t trippin, no I ain't never be trippin
On special occasions, I never, I normally wouln't do
But since Sway, you know what I’m sayin'
But with Sway I got to
Come on, my man, my man

[Verse: RiFF RAFF]
Handshakes, hugs
You want me outside, you wanne see me on pancakes and drugs?
Take your fat ass to sleep
I'm jumpin' out the candy coated grim reaper Jeep
I'll put you to sleep, I'll put you six feet deep, I'm just on the grind
I blaze pound, I let my top down
I could have played for Washington Redskins
Six points for a touchdown
I might give you a six point diamond
It is a karat, it is apparent
I'm a... I got more knowledge than both of your parents combined
I graduated never
I didn’t go to high school in ’99, everything was fine
I bang Ginuwine, uh... no homo
I meant in the back of my trunk, that CD digged
Lil' players wanna check, I eat Chex Mix
Haters wanna get in the mix
I ball, I got a fresh set of kicks
I could play for the Phoenix Suns
I graduated in 1991, damn, that motherfucker older than the motherfucking moon plus the sun
He got older than the damn solar system
I come through, I might pop trunk on your sister
I eat fried gristle, bacon and eggs... and toast
Everybody: "Damn, that motherfucker right there, he ball the most!"
He ball from coast to coast, he ball across al seven seas
He talking ’bout: "Oh, I'm in a gang."
Motherfucker, you are on your damn knees, 'cause you gay!
I pull up sittin' sideways with Sway, we’re at a Chinese buffet
Eating... on a Monday, it's a Tuesday
Make it feel like it's damn Ruby Tuesday, but it is Saturday
But it don't even matter anyway
I come through with diamond and sapphire across my chest you'd figure I was kin to Ken Griffey Jr
I come through, I played in down south for the Oklahoma Sooners
I could've played for tailback, halfback or hatchback
I'm in a four door hatchback
Damn, motherfucker could've played for the Dallas Mavericks, but they've found crack in my jacket
They've found marihuana in one of my socks
This motherfucker... damn Mark Cuban said: "Man, you'd have to box one of these players, 'cause they gon' take your position."
Diamonds gone glisten, wood wheel twistin'
Sign on the back "Let's just go fishing"
Let's go to sleep, man, hol' up, man
[Outro: Sway & RiFF RAFF]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, RiFF RAFF, RiFF RAFF!
Wassup, wassup, man. Wassup, you know
Aye man, I... first of, first of all, man, let me tell you something, man
I don't... I don't care what anybody say
You know how hard it is to get these rappers to come up here and just do that off the top of their head like that?
So I'mma command you man
Yeah, you know they gotta have that phone
But it is part of it, you know what I mean?
They gotta text... They gotta text their homeboys
"Aye, daye, send me one of them verses. O'five, o'nine
Section seven, send that over real quick."
Aye, lemme... lemme delay Sway real quick
"Yeah, Sway, waddup, babe?"
Exactly!