[Erick Sermon and >>Parrish Smith]

Hanging out one Sunday night up at Grand

Yes, me and my man

>>Pee

Plus some fam

Walked in like we owned the joint, packin' the joints

Sound bangin'

It's Green, DJ on point

>>Straight to the V.I.P

Yo, Pee

>>Yo E, what you thinkin'?

Hennessey, what you drinkin'?

>>Goose

We can ball like people with bitches do

Like, I don't like Champagne, but bitches do

>>Ten minutes later: females walkin' up

>>To the Velvet Rope

(Let me clear my throat!)

Six come in, one in particular

Had a devilish grin

>>Shorty what's your name?

(Jane)

But she's bad as hell, smell ridiculous

Back of my mind, I'm thinkin' 'bout hittin' this

>>Yo, haircut like Keyshia Cole

>>Body like a stripper she belonged on a pole

She sat down right between P and I, like "Hi..."

Real moist: I know that voice

P tell me....

>>Oh know it couldn't be...

>>The J to the A to the N to the E

Open your cell phone up so I can see

Yup that's she

>>Up in N.Y.C

[??].... I head toward the bathroom

>>Yo E, you sweatin'

Good ... always one in the class room

>>A gold digger, she treats niggas like fast food

>>A Wu-Tang chick, she knows that Cash Rules

Play me? I'm a G

A pimp like Bishop "Don" Juan

[Jump king?], The Fonz

>>PMD, that's that bullshit I'm on

>>Never get played

>>No arcade, no games

>>No dame, P learned his lesson from Jane

>>What you see is what you get

>>That's why I stay in my lane

>>Cause the box will have you hemmed up, going insane

>>On some kiss-kiss shit, like Chris and T-Pain

So off we go, let the trumpets blow

Beware, from the J-to-the-A, she's a ho