Carmen Electra - The Game, Mozzy, Osbe Chill

Ayo, I mob how I mob, yeah, I’m hood with it

Fifth of Patrón in the Bentley, yeah, I’m good with it

Everything Suge with it, I’m a boss like that

Caught five, Odell Beckham, Randy Moss like that

It’s Bompton, reason why I talk like that

Bullet fragments still in my ankle why I walk like that

I’m Nas on these songs, I Puff, they hate me

Hurricane Game, Katrina’d the AP

Top-down, the AC, with X and AZ

Ruff Rydin', you can see this Draco in HD

Don’t try me, nigga, homicide’s my hobby

Backwoods fat, we blowin' these sacks like Mozzy

In the 6, Clyde and Bonny, clips by Armani

Plus, I keep an extra with the owl feather texture

2020, we doin' drive-bys in Teslas

Sex, money, murder, and drugs, Carmen Electra

Fuck the slice, I want the pie

Why ask, «Why?», 'til we die

Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the devil’s pie

Carmen Electra

Drugs and thugs, swim in wine

Three or four at a time

Watch 'em all stand in line for a slice of the devil’s pie

Carmen Electra

Four Block bangin', I’m from the dope spot, baby

Type to serve 'em on the porch and keep the door locked, baby

In this four-door 'Cedes, the Rollie oh so brazy

Chopper for that old school that I can throw on Daytons

Fuck who hatin'

Blood on the Benjamins, I’m a gangsta

Pull up on the side of his vehicle, tryna spank 'em

Cookies by the onions, we plug 'em, the people thank us

As-salamu alaykum and see how far it could take us

Can’t nobody save us, stay dangerous, it’s on the gang

Told Game, «Pass the thang,» I feel like I got my wing

Pissin' on they grave and wackin' out what they bang

Papa was a chef and my mama whip it the same

She chose up on the 'ism, the Maserati to blame

We body for body, ahki, I caught him and got him flamed

Free the Gangland, when he touched, got him a chain

When he touched, got him some cake

When he touched, got him a Drac' (Ayy)

Fuck the slice, I want the pie

Why ask, «Why?», 'til we die

Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the devil’s pie

Carmen Electra

Drugs and thugs, swim in wine

Three or four at a time

Watch 'em all stand in line for a slice of the devil’s pie

Carmen Electra

O-S-B-E Chill, fuck what they feel

Have a nigga leanin' soon as I pop his seal

Put the work like Copperfield, I got it to disappear

Heard you was lookin' for me, I’m right here (Right here)

Standin' in the jungles with the baby stones (Baby stones)

Cash Money in my pocket, get my Baby on (Baby on)

Only eat the pussy if it taste like Avión (Yeah)

Tell her run my shit back like Le’Veon (Bitch)

Sittin' in the bucket 'bout to trip me a nigga, yeah

Los Angeles, clip me a nigga, yeah

ATL, TIP he a nigga (Uh)

Like Black Chyna, I’ma get me a nigga (Pause)

Gang injunctions don’t stop the function, yeah

Trees by Game, Patrón consumptions, yeah

Born in the Jungles where wolf be huntin'

I put that on Mary-Anne, that I am what I am, nigga

Fuck the slice, I want the pie

Why ask, «Why?», 'til we die

Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the devil’s pie

Carmen Electra

Drugs and thugs, swim in wine

Three or four at a time

Watch 'em all stand in line for a slice of the devil’s pie

Carmen Electra