Hamm, what's up, *****! [ Hamm ] What's up, my brother Just loungin, you know Bout to crack this 40 ounce [ Quik ] Oh, look at you, lil' ol' alcoholic-ass ***** [ Hamm ] Well, you know I got to have it, my brother, ain't nothin changed You wanna hit it? [ Quik ] Yeah - what's up? [ Hamm ] Hey man, you tell ME What's up with the album, man? [ Quik ] Hey man, we tryina finish that mutha*****a, man And eh - I need one more song [ Hamm ] No *******t [ Quik ] Yeah, I wanted to know if you wanted to bust on it? [ Hamm ] Oh, without a doubt, you know I'd love to [ Quik ] 'member that *******t you was bustin for me over the phone That sucka-free *******t? [ Hamm ] Yeah, I remember that *******t [ Quik ] Well, won't you put that *******t right about... HERE (Sucka) (Sucka) (Sucka) (Ha?) (Now a sucka raises up off of you) Did you miss me? It took a little time to get sucka-free But since a young g it's PPC Ain't no shame in the name And still true to the game Still servin suckers, just the same No sense, and dwellin in the past tense I roll with Quik, so you better check your ladies, gents Cause I'ma teach her how to break you, right before I break her After I make her, then I shake her Yeah, I know, you heard it all before But I can't deal, cause I see you're still simpin for a hoe Claimin pimp, but you're payin for the pu' Silly sucker, punk mutha*****a They only flock and jock Cause you're fillin up they pocketbooks And you're still judgin *****es by they looks When it's really all about what she can do for you I do for me and still see a True Ah-ha, really? Do you hear me, bro? Got your name all on your lips, but your chick trips Oh no, never will I lower to your level And I got 17 for ya, devil Too True to ever let a sucker like you Make me do somethin that I don't wanna do I'm still real with it, you gots to deal with it I serve that ass like a clocker, I don't give a ***** But who you're doin, how you're doin Or what you do it with You better miss me with the dumb *******t So when you're speakin on the Playa Hamm or my ***** Quik Everybody knows you're suckin on a fat ***** It ain't nothin to nuttin in your ass, so that you see clear Boomin in your ear, so I know you hear Bump this in your Coupe with your R&B wanna-be-me Trick-ass, I'm sucka-free
Hamm, what's up, *****! [ Hamm ] What's up, my brother Just loungin, you know Bout to crack this 40 ounce [ Quik ] Oh, look at you, lil' ol' alcoholic-ass ***** [ Hamm ] Well, you know I got to have it, my brother, ain't nothin changed You wanna hit it? [ Quik ] Yeah - what's up? [ Hamm ] Hey man, you tell ME What's up with the album, man? [ Quik ] Hey man, we tryina finish that mutha*****a, man And eh - I need one more song [ Hamm ] No *******t [ Quik ] Yeah, I wanted to know if you wanted to bust on it? [ Hamm ] Oh, without a doubt, you know I'd love to [ Quik ] 'member that *******t you was bustin for me over the phone That sucka-free *******t? [ Hamm ] Yeah, I remember that *******t [ Quik ] Well, won't you put that *******t right about... HERE (Sucka) (Sucka) (Sucka) (Ha?) (Now a sucka raises up off of you) Did you miss me? It took a little time to get sucka-free But since a young g it's PPC Ain't no shame in the name And still true to the game Still servin suckers, just the same No sense, and dwellin in the past tense I roll with Quik, so you better check your ladies, gents Cause I'ma teach her how to break you, right before I break her After I make her, then I shake her Yeah, I know, you heard it all before But I can't deal, cause I see you're still simpin for a hoe Claimin pimp, but you're payin for the pu' Silly sucker, punk mutha*****a They only flock and jock Cause you're fillin up they pocketbooks And you're still judgin *****es by they looks When it's really all about what she can do for you I do for me and still see a True Ah-ha, really? Do you hear me, bro? Got your name all on your lips, but your chick trips Oh no, never will I lower to your level And I got 17 for ya, devil Too True to ever let a sucker like you Make me do somethin that I don't wanna do I'm still real with it, you gots to deal with it I serve that ass like a clocker, I don't give a ***** But who you're doin, how you're doin Or what you do it with You better miss me with the dumb *******t So when you're speakin on the Playa Hamm or my ***** Quik Everybody knows you're suckin on a fat ***** It ain't nothin to nuttin in your ass, so that you see clear Boomin in your ear, so I know you hear Bump this in your Coupe with your R&B wanna-be-me Trick-ass, I'm sucka-free
