[Intro]

-Hello?

-D, where was yo ass at last night? Nigga, I had hoes

-Nigga, you had hoes? Nigga you know over here on the five, right here parlaying, bout to go black ski week in Tahoe, nigga. We need big doja, super chronic, nigga, where that shit at?

-Aw man, I got crip, we can do that shit right now

-Let's do it

-Let's do that shit before you cut again

-It's cool

-I'm getting my ride, come through there. Matter of fact, where was yo ass at anyway?

[Verse 1]

I just came from the Southern cafe

I had a poppin' ass dinner and now I gots to hit a shoo with a hoe

Came to the house to freshen up and take a showеr

All the phone calls, and they been at thе house within an hour

Pulling out that Giorgio Armani suit and some loot

And my .45, cause that's how an Oakland nigga ride (That's right)

Midnight, better watch that bright full moon

I'm not that wannabe holding a fluking beat that won't get too soon

Slang, swept just like a broom

But how you gon shoot who did this to you

For real though, damn well, I know it is

These bustas be taking it to the extreme over a bitch

But it ain't gon stop shit, but you in the cell through

Thinkin' about that lady this time [?]

If she's doin' dirt, if she's with me at work

You know what the fuck I'm saying nigga, let me switch the phones

[Interlude]

-I know what you saying, nigga

-Well nigga, you know that I'm serious than a muthafucka, this nigga, you know? Damn, boy, I think I might get up in this kitchen, fix some scrambled eggs with cheese and a big wig in this muthafucka

-Damn, you just left the Southern cafe

-Well, I'm off a super duper automatic over here mayne, you know. Then after this, I'ma hit the speegedy

-Like that to the spot, boiii, it's been knockin' out there

[Verse 2]

Hell no nigga, ever since they done fucked off that 15

Everybody in the town is thinkin' 'bout a robbing a brinks truck

Can't be stopped and if I got a gun in my hand, and I'm caught up, everybody duck

What the fuck? (What's up?) Niggas in my yard

Damn, where's my dog, that's supposed to be my guard

(Hey nigga, what they doing?)

Not a damn thang, they motion from left to right

But I'ma talk in they ass like in the corner

Bout two minutes more and my eyesight

We all die, right?

(I guess fosho mayne, eventually)

They comin' for me, they might as well have a seat, ain't no leavin'

Matter of fact, I'ma make it to where these muthafuckas stop breathing

[Interlude]

-Dog nigga, I'm just fuckin with you niggas. Them niggas breakin' wide down the street, hopped into a fucked up bucket

-Nigga, you got a nigga ridin' over there with a felon nigga, to come tear shit up

-Nigga, it's cool

[Chorus]

Hit a nigga up in a few

So I can chop it back up with you

Let's hit the spot and swap some rocks

Supposed to be heaven, God

Let me check on that, I'll call a nigga back

[Interlude]

-Yeah, let me get with this hoe, mayne, before I get threw off with the whole situation, dig that one

(You are my lady, you're everything a pimp would want)

(You are my lady, you're everything a pimp would want)

-Hello?

-Hey, what's up, hoe?

-Hoe? Who is this? Dru Down? I heard about that shit you down with and I ain't down with that old hoe shit. Don't be calling me talking bout what's up hoe

-Yeah, aight, wait a minute... Ay, what up?

-Ay, what up, boi? I just flipped brand new off the floor, nigga, won't you burn one of them [?]

[Verse 3]

Well, pimpy-doo, let's do, so head on down

Cause the girl I got on the other line is on mine

Don't talk about shit

Don't do shit, ain't about shit

I'm all about my money that I count, fuck a bitch

I leave that hoe on standby, I goes around the world

Come back, she's hella mad, but who am I?

Don't forget the Down comes from the Town

I smokes my weed by the pounds, I shoot my guns by the rounds

You know it last, let's hook up by the Walgreens

So we can catch the sale on the hindu

Get the bottle, hit the throttle

Take a swallow, get the weed

Get back to the spot before I miss Apollo

Okay, ten minutes, I'm in my Oldschool

I'm through chopping it up

If you there before me, get some cups

[Interlude]

Yeah, but ain't coming up all up my house nigga, you be faking, nigga. I'ma do something to yo ass nigga, and if you want, you can stay there

[Chorus]

Hit a nigga up in a few, so I can chop it back up with you

If you don't fake, we cool mate, so nigga just come on through

But stop at the sto before you come by four that 12 pack of brew

Hit a nigga up in a few, so I can chop back up with you

If you don't fake, we cool mate, so nigga just come on through

But stop at the sto before you come by four that 12 pack of brew

[Outro]

Choppin' it up, nigga, conversation for your biatch

Nigga this DD Dru Down, nigga

Nigga, with this whole shit, remember that AK, with this here

Bon-bon-bon, bon-bone-bone