Chorus Here we go here we go as the tune starts to bloom With a phat phat phat cho re eus 1 2 3 if this is O.G. The freaks would ya move ya boo ty yys The getto jam is about to slam With some notes from the diggady d e As I key what's really goin on Would ya reminisce with me e Saturday morning just gettin up With a hangover smellin like a fuck I really can't remember cause I'm still kinda fady So I close my eyes and thank God that i made it Now I'm gettin flashbacks of some O.J. With a green glass that says Tanqueray Took it to the hand gulped it down with the quickness Now I need a bitch so i can handle my business What do you know, a freak's in my reach Threw her on the flo, suckin in her deep She's screamin and she's screamin and she's screamin Gettin horrors, but then I busted a nut, and that was that So kick the chorus -Chorus- My homies are down, chillin in the hood Nuthin my bitches, but thet ain't no good To another man well she might be some good cat But the homies in the hood label her as a hood rat She's scared to love So those with game can fuck And ooh, she'll pound yo ass real fast, if your quick enough And when your in that thi-ing She'll make that nigga si-ng ?? But you don't hear me doe Ain't nuthin wrong with being a Trojan man, when ya ridin So let's kick the chorus please if ya lyin -Chorus- My homey's clownin in his doped yellow chevy Too O.D.'ed to be dropped Kenwood's kickin out the funky big trunk Clean with the rag on top, yeah Rollin down the store, guess what we saw, some bitches The finest one is on my nuts, she's blowing kisses So I approached the freak of the week And I played it like a game of blackjack And for all that ass that she towed in around Well I offered a backpack And since I'm a mack Well you know how the story goes So all ya hoes and their bros here we go -Chorus- (x3)