[Memphis Bleek (Carl Thomas)]
  Yeah (oh), yo (oh)
  Ay yo, you niggas know the Memph stay high and shit
  Eleven hundred on Sunset burn the strip
  Tryna choose which freak can drive the whip
  You know the five double oh
  You know how it go
  You know all the hoes be bad to the toes
  Pose centerfolds, smoke in the gold
  You know how I be, drop Z3
  Meet one freak, Bleek two heats
  Nigga that's the rules, get at you dudes
  Niggas see my feet be like look at them shoes
  Straights dubs, hoes wanna fuck
  Before they get a nut, first head in the truck
  Shit we do 60, cranberry Bentley
  This what'chu want, ho come and get me
  You know the move
  It gotta be right before you push the Z
  Give me head at the lights
    [1] - [Carl Thomas]
  Everyday it's just the same though
  We just tryna see tomorrow
  As we try to pay attention to the people we are
  I'm just trying to have some fun
  Live my life and own my gun
  I know I can't live forever
    [Memphis Bleek]
  Yo, yo she coul push the Plymouth, switch while I'm in it
  You know how I do, we could fuck for a minute
  She know that the Memph give a hundred percent
  She can see the jewels shine from under the tints
  Might see the fifth reflect from under the tints
  Or your wife giving head from under the tints
  You know that the crew wil'in in the turtle top
  State to state, you know the hoes me and murder got
  Cause when they see the plat-i-num, that be them
  In the Range gettin' brains or the drop BM
  Who you know that can stop these mens?
  I'm come through in the Cadi, the color of gin
  Somethin' clear you can see right in
  Don't mistake the passenger, your wife was in
  I let her underhand me, give me brain in the Banji
  While I do a wheely with my hands in her panties nigga
    [Repeat 1 (2x)]
    [Memphis Bleek]
  Yo check it, uh ay yo
  Watch the wife, she don't play
  You seen how she scratched the CLK
  She hate ma-mas cause they roll shotgun
  And when they smoke they like to take shotguns
  And when I fuck I hit like shotguns
  Violate me, get beat with shotguns
  I can fight, I know I'm a boxer
  See Bleek in the hardtop Boxer
  Down in 'Frisco poppin' my collars
  Smoke champelly, all black Impalla
  3 Wheelin', Hennesey spillin'
  Fuck the world, that's how Bleek feelin'
  Cherry red M3, that's me
  When you be like damn you killin' 'em, that's me
  You know me, eye-cocked, twin buggy eyes
  Blue as the watch face
  The watch stay faced - nigga
    [Repeat 1 (2x)]
    [Carl Thomas]
  I'm just trying to make it, whoa, yeah, yeah
  I'm just tryna do what's right
  Though the devil tries to tempt me, oh no, oh no, oh no...