Cee got the number And my freak said, “Is this real, or are we on the under ? Would I ever call, or would I just diss her?” I told her like this, so I could remember Cee from RBL Posse In the house with some of that ol’ smooth shit You know what I’m sayin’ Some shit you can kick back to with your dank sack You know what I’m sayin’, get straight too took You know what I’m sayin’ So while you sit back gettin’ too took Let my boy tape this little story for you Bored as fuck, I just finished grindin’ I peeped at my watch, I had to spend time So I told Black Chris let’s jump in the fiver, to find us a bitch But don’t forget, niggas gotta get their gurp on So we rolled to Cashmere to grab a fat sack of indo Then Black Chris said, “Where should we start?” And at the same time, two hoes dipped up in a ‘Lark High-roller freaks, that’s how I called it They was rollin’ on gold ones so they had to be ballin’ I told Black Chris to stop with the quickness ‘Cause both of them hotties had a case of the thickness (What?) Niggas know what I mean No fat at all, just a hundred percent beef that was lean There was no problem when it came to the choosin’ ‘Cause whoever they picked, they sure wasn’t losin’ Out, without a doubt ‘Cause Frisco niggas got a lot of clout We jumped out the car, one screamed “RBL” The other looked and said “Ooh, oh yeah” Right then, I knew it would be easy ‘Cause both of them hoes was anxious to start skeezin’ Chris asked the freaks where were they from They said Richmond, and they was lookin’ for some fun Well, they had a jumpstart on the other hoes ‘Cause they was with two poppin’ niggas from the town of Frisco So you know we had to do this shit right Bought an eighth of dank and got ‘em drunk off the ackrite Off to the Freakies, here we go, here we go It’s Frisco’s version of a sex sideshow But the only ride done was on my dick I already got a crew, so I don’t fuck with no cliques In plain words, if you’re lost I don’t do no lickin’, ‘cause I’m straight for the toss Pulled out my ding dong, commence to screwin’ Since I was younger, she thought I didn’t know what I was doin’ But like a vet, I took control Sorta like Joe Montana winning a Super Bowl Like Rice-a-Roni, the San Francisco treat But she didn’t get hooked on no rice, she hooked on this meat Chris got me up about 11 o’clock He said we gotta go to Harbor to sell off our rocks Ain’t got no time to play Captain Save a Hoe Just exchange a few numbers so we can G-O Mr.
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