[Verse 1: Rappin’ Mitch]

For heaven sake, cake cake, big eights

Whipping dope in my mama bowl, TV On, Martin Tommy Cole

Easy home, Teezy off paperwork, Tony gone

Love ya Unc

Nightfall and the moon out with moon rock

Gotta get ‘em sold in our boondocks

Ghetto with the metal with it

Let it riddle, AK AK, peddle shit

Sink a nigga battle ship

Uncle Eddie gun, pocket full of stone

On his UGK nigga Pimp and Bun

Whipping yale nigga, whipping yale nigga

Fucked my babysitter, in a chair nigga

Legs in the air nigga, wouldn’t playing with her

She fasho fire, eye on the stove brighter

If we looking for the cream then we need a lighter

Keep your head on the swivel cause that beam will dye ya

I ain’t never knew no prophets just some nigga rhymers

We were cleaner than a soap dish in ’06, oh shit

Had the chevy cut maroon with the buckets

Car full of high school failures we all fuck ups

Cop pull us over, window down, nigga what you need

He sniffing pound after pound then snitching Steve

Tell ‘em sir that’s just weed

Gawd damn

[Verse 2: Indeux Shabazz]

5th member of every crew that you fuck wit

City full of haters and bitches with butt lifts

I don't wanna be a player just crush one chick

But 12 chasing me like the usual suspect

Ugh cake cake cake cake

Pound pound cake

Go to sleep wake and bake

Everybody move pounds

I just wanna move a eighth

Come home everyday to some pussy in my face

Well if it take it all that to be the man

Before I risk it all for a list of your demands

I’ll move monopoly pieces to a foreign land

Sleeping with model bitches that’ll take me for my land

Lord, how could it be so tough

Went from everybody here to the streets so rough

Went from rookie of the year to a fucking lawn chair

Like fuck a time share, we don’t go no time here