[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Quincy where the weed at?
Man you know a n***a really need that
Got my game up, Then I came up, Then I got booked bitch can you read that?
Gettin' turnt up like a hour glass
I done brought more bars than Alcatraz
I got extra pills/And a bitch with ass/And I'm on one/Do the math
Two tongues on my private parts/Yeah we having a private party/
Mami I'm off that Gin-U-Wine/To ride it like a pony/
Don't stop, get it get it/I pour four, then I sip it sip it/
I stole yo hoe, then I hit it hit it
Cuz when you do it, she cricket cricket
Knock knock, is that yo chick?
Wish I had Missy to sing this shit
I'm what the games been missing and shit
She don't want me/She just want the D
That's my Michigan bitch/I hocus poke
Let's smoke some dope/Soulo Hoe/