Chased You Home - Max B, Max B & DJ Lazy K

Yeah

Nice introduction

Matter of fact

We don’t need no introduction man

There’s only a couple of niggas that can ride this bomb-ass Grease beat

It’s Dame Grease wave aye

Got the boy Al Pac with me on this one again

Got a little classic back with Dame Grease

Let’s go

The Dour

Tell them loosen up

Two hundred I spend on all my drawers

Blow up my baby powder and my polo

Bitches know me out in Pelham

They tell me «Max B I wish that you could put your dick in the package»

Got a nigga running with the ratchet

Steady trapping them niggas off

Nigga we drinking

We got that henny oh

Got the semi off in my enemies

Praying that they die slow

Cops are just steady coming

We running from the five-oh

Yeah them bitches they got nothing on Max

This is the truest fucking song

Put your

Go on to the left

Let a nigga grip

You know how the bigga get

You know how to hit a lick

When you beat bread

Just bring ham if you need it for the hit

Keep a forty by the pillow

I’ll shoot him in his sleep too

All you got to say is where to meet you

I wonder if I chase you home

Just talk about it

Or even made you taste this chrome

Shock the party

I wonder if I stayed too long

Would you still want to fuck baby

Because I’m scheming tonight

One of the hardest out

Smoke like a chimney

Birds trying to ride the wave

Don’t have the remedy

I’m sipping on Hennessy

Riding on my enemies

I’ma be a menace so you niggas ain’t getting rid of me

Think I can’t fuck with whoever

Then put your money up

Slugs from the fifth

Guarantee They’ll tear your tummy up

Gotti got his money up bitch

So I wanted war

Niggas get out of line

Hit them with the forty-four

Gang Green

That’s the team

Bitch we tear the strip up

Ten guns flipped up

Quick to shoot your whip up

Steady clean

Looking mean

Five-thirty-five high

Born well-loved from Compton to Bedstuy

Biggavel

Young Pac

Front to make the gun pop

I’m the king of the city

These little niggas run blocks

If rap don’t work, then It’s back to the street

It’s must to go hard on a Dame Grease beat

Preach

I wonder if I chase you home

Just talk about it

Or even made you taste this chrome

Shock the party

I wonder if I stayed too long

Would you still want to fuck baby

Because I’m scheming tonight

I heard she was a ten

And despite of her husband

I heard she get it in (she get it in, yeah)

Let me tell you niggas how she dipping around the bed

She get it around the head

I’ma hit you with plenty more

Baby girl

You ain’t give me your all

Bigga ain’t got no penny for hoes

I’ll make her do plenty chores

In every thirty seconds

The remy pours

Yeah, give me more

Semi soft

Daddy need him a rub down

Dust down

Nigga we putting in

Look at the money pile

I’m copping they see me in the Beam

Nigga squeeze

He ain’t supposed to have that

Fifty stacks down

Fuck the cash back

Fuck the stash at

Biggaveli

The class act

into the left

Look at him go

Damn, they let they let the boys run

Selling your pussy just like a car girl

I wonder if I chase you home

Just talk about it

Or even made you taste this chrome

Shock the party

I wonder if I stayed too long

Would you still want to fuck me baby

Because I’m scheming tonight

Yeah

This is wavy

Biggavel

Al Pac

You know

This shit is wavy over here man

Know you niggas wish you could do joints like these

To

We here

Aye Al Pac

We got 'em baby

Weak niggas don’t

My young gunner better than every nigga over there

Yup

Shout out to

You already know

Dame Grease

You got another one

Baby

lip-singing

Domain Pain 3

Baby

Niggas about to get the dunking

Ahh