Lil B — I Still Got Beef

I'm still in the club with the heavy beef Twerking off light with the red beam Dancing like a ho to that bitch mob 25 shots, boy what's your problem? Based jam, this the real based party Downtown in East Oakland, sawed-off shotty Down in Waterfront with the baby techs Imma tell you like this, Imma fuck your bitch Only I know about them hard times South side, west side, I be on the grind Like Berkeley High at the school dance Pop a couple pills, then we go again This pay-per-view like Triple H Fuck her first and I might take her on a date Big rims look like Martha Stewart You fucking right, go dumb, count that money to it I'm like a young nigga out in the hood Bitch I'm strapped like Game like E-40 Task force from the block don't get me started Straight game and the bass got my middle name Never been a fake sucka in the mix I stand down in the trap catch me on the lick You might catch me with a purp zip I'm your little eye, you can catch me on the rip Tell me bout that money bruh You ain't in based world, we don't fuck with you Talk to me I talk back like a parrot Catch me in the chop 4-door Bently with the doors open Lil B fuck my bitch leave the door open Imma date the girl with her mind right Fuck her, push the pussy right Niggas claim gangster but they really scary Coming out with that dirty harry Everybody got beef in the party