We in this bitch, we in this ho
I got the .40 on me now, I'm worse than Plaxico
Shout to Gangsta Gibbs, he the next to blow
You should see my gangster grill, I light the shit from blow
Snow ya car transforming, is it a transformer?

You ever cook the whole thing on a George Foreman?
What about a nine on the gas grill?
Four-fifty for the zip, paid my gas bill
So many horses in the 'rari, park it in the barn
Took the ice up out my cup and put it in my charm
And this bad bitch with me from another planet

Stay on the satellite phone -- man, I can't stand it
Hey baby girl, hang the phone up
No talking with your mouth full -- you's a grown-up
What the fuck? Who the hell?
Flashback in this bitch, thought I seen a scale