[Intro: Jet 2]

Uh shoutout to Dopey for this

[Verse 1: Jet 2]

Okay, Jet 2 Da Random

Sign is a scorpio

Chef to the ladies, I chew it like a Digiorno

Get up in the middle of the p like an Oreo

Round one, round two, holla in the morning, yo

Treat it like Target, I spot the dog it

Jump shot wet, I guess them niggas couldn't guard it, yo

I'm running it like a red light, I'm on it like a headlight

I reverse and park it, bag it, no supermarket

Throw it deep, I make her David Garrard it

Toss it for the jets, I Sanchez, Mark it

Hop in it like honey I'm home, no Desi Arnaz

Watch the way she ride it like a jaguar, bitch

All in her glandular organs

Looking like I'm involved in her metabolic process

It was last week when I started

Now, it's next week and I didn't even stop yet

Nigga, I do it for my city and a couple peers

All the way from L.A. to the bay like a Buccaneer

Is it me, or is it just hot as fuck in here?

Feel like I been sitting in a oven for a hundred years

Bitch I'm in the booth all day like the sky box

With all this cash that I must stash like a double beard

In a box, 'cause niggas would be cool with Jack, but rob his son

Funny thing is some niggas would do it for a couple beers

Feeling at home, nigga I be in my zone

On my twenty-four ISO shit, no huddle here

Take your load off, I'll be here for a couple years

And if she let me in, I go in and out, double-double, yeah

[Verse 2: Jet 2]

Jet 2 Da Random

I be going at 'em like Eve, you would swear a nigga had an apple

I'ma change my voice, 'cause I don't even like that tone

But off the top, I kick facts, you would swear I was a Snapple

Pulling like a lasso, I'm connected like a cable

I'm a lyrical easy button, could've worked for Staples

Nigga I could've been a staple, feel the flow so sharp

Nigga I could've been a staple how I'm sticking to the paper, nigga

[Verse 3: BeeGee]

I'm fucking on a love boat

Draggin' like a trench coat

Got yo' bitch pussy wet, boy, no super-soak

All up in her room getting sweaty like a fat cop

Now she on the wall pussy poppin' like a Snapple top

Earl Myhand at Facebook, nigga come and search me

All up her room with a suit, no birthday

With a nigga all day, company is alright

Trying to get her home by seven like a streetlight

Fuck all the talking, bitch a nigga trying to screw though

All up off the apple like my last name was jugo

Pretty on the feet, call my shoes Asanté

Trying to get her taco, 'cause man, her bells grandé

Never was a drinker, but man I'll take Moscato

Got her pussy wetter than a lake, no Tahoe

Doubting myself? Man that was a blunder

Skeeted in her cloud, now she birthing out thunder

Ha yeah, BeeGee

[Verse 4: Hitman]

Look, let's hit it straight, ham her up on a date

She say she want me; all I want is the face, yes

Muhfuckin' facial, swag on racial

Man, it's too many of 'em, I'm sick with plenty of 'em

You can love me, hate me, so what

She got bomb head, went down just to blow up

Then I roll up swishers, I'm a twister

Nuts on swole, I call us a weight lifter

Young mister is what you can title me

Sing on my dick, man she American Idol me

Lie to me, nah, baby girl, Bible me

Love when I hit it, gun her down, rifle me

Working on a masterpiece

Foes timid, so ain't no limit, uh Master P

Battery, keep going like I got batteries

Keep an upside down frown, don't be mad at me

[Verse 5: Jet 2]

Don't be mad at me, muthafucka I'm wild

And my style turn them hoes from a frown to a smile

I put my chips in bitch, and parlay

She on them Wrekless tracks, that's a train all day, nigga

[Verse 6: BeeGee]

Fell up off the tracks, now she a runaway

Dick her down, take a poll, bitch-survey

Wrekless is the fuckin' best, hear what a nigga say

Hitman on, uno, dos, fuckin' tres

[Outro: Jet 2]

Oh, hold on, hold on, hold on

I can't give y'all the rest of this right now

Not like right, right about now

But, all I can say is BeeGee and Hitman rips this shit

And uh