Fifty Pour

We’re on the way to the ghetto to get loose
The homies hooked us up, with a fifty of juice
It’s Friday night and you know we can’t wait
We got some bitches coming down from the 8−1-8
We gonna do it 2−1-3 style playa
Ernie got the Marlboros, I got the botella
Ready to dip and hip and take a little trip
Ready to rip, ahh shit I better get a grip
Because it ain’t even nine yet
And we don’t even know if these bitches are fin yet
(But what if they’re all tor up?)
Well if they got money, so what
If you hear any noise
It’s just me with my homeboys, baby
Fucking with a fifty pour
If you hear any noise
It’s just me with my homeboys, baby
Fucking with a fifty pour
What’s the time? It’s 8:24
Yeah you got it, 36 minutes more
Then get the fifty pour and unscrew it
You know how we get it, you know how we do it
We just heard a beep, bitches 10 deep
What’s up baby doll? My name is Big Creep
One by one, they all strolled in
Let’s do this shit, let’s begin
Hey homeboy don’t let your fingers burn
Why don’t you pass it this way?
Cause now it’s Frank V’s turn
To get a little hit of the cigarette
Should I say a big drag, now I’m starting to lag
The scene is looking blurry
I don’t know if I’m walking slow or in a hurry
They give me the mic to bust but I got a head rush
Once again I’m feeling the affects of the dust
If you hear any noise
It’s just me with my homeboys, baby
Fucking with a fifty pour
If you hear any noise
It’s just me with my homeboys, baby
Fucking with a fifty pour
Now I’m doing fine, on cloud nine
I think I’ll hit the stick one more time
Nah I’m straight or should I say I’m bent
Feeling bionic, like that foo Clark Kent
All my money’s spent, damn no more ends
But I get high with some help from my friends
So you know, when we hit the last drop
We going back to the ghetto to re-cop
Then it’s back to the pad to get lit up
Only problem seems that a vato can’t get up
That shit was the bomb, I give them foos credit
5 in the morning and I’m doing copacetic
Acting like a fool but I don’t give a fuck
Cause now it’s Saturday, so you know what’s up
We gotta fuck it up once more
Twice as much as the night before
Fifty pour you went straight to my brain
It’s all about you, fuck Mary Jane
Because that bitch can’t do the things you do
Knock me on my ass, but you’re still so cool
Yeah, that’s right
Know what I want you to do
Is put a slide in your glide
And a dip in your lips
Take a little trip with the Proper Dos
If you hear any noise
Don’t worry ain’t nobody but me and my homeboys
Fuck with that fifty pour
If you hear any noise
It’s just me with my homeboys, baby
Fucking with a fifty pour
If you hear any noise
It’s just me with my homeboys, baby
Fucking with a fifty pour