Blendin risin' to the top and got these shorties hoppin'
A yo, I'm just doin' my thing, yo I'm just havin' fun
(Don't front)
Yeah, yeah scrammy scrams, yo, that's that same old song
Then I took one toke, yo, I almost choked
Butt grabbin', mad laughin', just assin'
Yo, put some brakes on your yappin' or you won't live long
Scrams
Now, I'm tight, them know, the party is the M.O.
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Booty cheeks start to motion and the kids is drinkin' potion
Whoops, looka there, there's Jake
And get my drink on with that Ford named Betty
It was Friday afternoon in the middle of June
It was guaranteed on but I said, "Son, chill"
Then he told me about the party at the spot jam rock
Threw on the good shit that made the kid lose his grip
Please nigga, push it on
A yo yo, it's time to skate, ain't no time to contemplate
This thing is goin' down and I highly doubt I'm leavin'
Then he introduced me to that hydro smoke
Not I'm feelin' kinda jaded, wildly coherent
See I never smoked before and my nerves got shot
Yo, this was around the time when I didn't know no better
Alright scrams, see you later
I hit ya with the good lovin' plus fillet mignon
Around the time everybody had just got home from class
Nuthin' but coppin', ain't no stoppin' me now
Word is bond, that Black Moon joint got me open
Eleven in the evenin', I'm feelin' like a heathen
Juney moved around in a tinted out Jetta
Look at these kids about to mix it, damn, where's the exit?
On some liquor, to meet my high quicker
You don't see me in here wylin' pullin' out no gun
Yo, I see some of that thing girl and I want some
Kid, I kept it movin' like the Energizer rabbit
The Alize had me drunk, I don't know where to begin begin begin
Let me take a shower, I'm sweaty, and then I'll be ready
Me and my crew, we get it started like a demo
Yo, he cocked his joint back like he's about to let him have it
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When that chick caught up, the shorty lookin' fed up
Over this bumpin' ass song and some Dom Perignon
I can't take it no more, yo it's damn near four
Heineken bottle caps and the aroma of boom
Can't mess with these street sharks or these alligators
He said we got no J's, so we gonna do it right
Yo, the DJ flipped the script
Then I said, "Aight", then I jumped inside the jetty
They said, "You drug one with this one, you gibbin' with that one"
There's a joint around the way that's supposed to be real, word
So let's step inside this corner so that we can rap on
Shootin' dice, talkin' shit, hopin' the cash would last
A yo, tell me why the hell your breath smells so strong
I've been partyin' and drinkin' since I came out my door
Son, jetted to the ride and got the burner out the Lexus
Hit your man's joint first, then jam rock at one night
Me and the fellas started acted very irreverent
Yo, I'm bound to win until that thing kicked in
Tonight is the night I get my groove on steady
I went upstairs to get fly, broke my tie