Pill or Two - Devin the Dude, Lil' Flip

Smoke somethin*coughing*

I mean you gotta get intoxicated

if you wanna be a rock star

It’s Gates, Young Noble-Outlawz, Clover G’s

real talk, we got here

Come with me ma, let me show you how a gangsta do it this for the club but this gangsta music (oooh)

I told valater fetch my car

and hurry up but don’t wreck my car

let’s go to Rosco’s or M &M's-cause they got the best soul food

my pinky ring lime green-my bracelet so blue

the Coupe is so new-the roof is closed too

I got ya back if any cat approach you

cause when that liquor talkin they take it too far

and you ain’t know that old beef, cause new scars

me and my crew stick together like velcrow

that’s cause we got more stripes then a shelltoe

you smell dro-but hell no you can’t hit it I don’t care if you rap-so nigga don’t spitt it that’s when the valie came with my drop top

the after party at my suite, now let’s hit I-Hop

bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

(Chorus-Lil'Flip Repeat 2x)

Baby girl I’m a mack, you conversatin with a star

my pistol on me but ya dude gotta walk to the car

cause you know I wanna chill with you

I’m on that Goose and a pill or two

Bein a straight G, ain’t easy to be which one of ya’ll leavin with me?

it’s easy to see, it’s poppin where ever we stoppin

get money it ain’t even a option

lil’mama I don’t deal with the non sense

you dealin with bosses

so everything is business, no feelings involved in bring ya crew to the street

ma let me catch you slippin, I’ma put you to sleep

I don’t play them games, what’s my name?

it’s Real Talk Entertainment-I ain’t gotta explain

this for the Macks out in Sac-all my playas in the back

niggas ain’t gotta flaw, you know they got stacks

wrong nigga to run up on you lay flat

whatever you thinkin it is-it ain’t that

baby whatever you drinkin tonight-I got that

shawty whatever you drinkin tonight-I got that

(Chorus-Lil'Flip Repeat 2x)

I’m bout to throw a all white party like P Diddy

it’s goin down all night if you wanna come with me I gotta bag of that sticky, I got my canabis with me just take off ya Vickies, but don’t leave me no hickies

I’ma pull up my Dickies and we can get us a quickie

while we listen to Fifty in the back of the Bentley

I’m still packin a semi-my new Mac, in the Hemi

when I’m back in the city, my Cadillac lookin pretty (ya dig)

(Chorus Till End)