RetcH — Dirty Ginger Ale

[Production by Thelonious Martin] [Verse 1] I hit the barber, get a lineup Throw stiff dick in vagina, uh Pull out of diners, toss packs out the Sonata The gas pedal was clutched by the Pradas All off the product, I'm blowing chips in the mall I pray to ball until my number is called I'm on a plane or selling drugs in a hall Clubs, dimes getting fucked in a stall I took trips off of juggling raw Back to the hood, smoke a bog- in the store And many nights I made love to a whore I place the call, topic is money, I wanted it all Before the sun begin to fall, meet me at the [?] The fifth floor room number 504 And when you get here just knock at the door Nigga wake up, count money for the fuck of it Already know it's there but it's the love of it Like [Hook] Slit neck of the goat, host the funeral on a boat, nigga Sip punch, big steaks, and big blunts Pet human that do stunts, huh You niggas runts, I got the chest of the ape I ate the grapes as I made my escape, huh Vanished in smoke, enemies throwing the yolk Nigga, all for the love of the coke, uh [Verse 2] I look the judge right in the face Sold dope and beat the case, nigga Lawyer paid, vacation it was taken in the shade This the life of a man who got it made, uh I sport the diamond studded black crown Enter the spot without the pat down, uh Firearms make you big niggas back down The drink was poured, Willie Hutch sang in the background I'm just a product of my story Been mimicked since I was a shorty, uh Become one with the Baby .40 If I go out, it's in a blaze of glory, nigga We in the streets still sinning Bitch niggas died and the world kept spinning I'm rocking linen, pop the wine cork off the yacht Nigga, all for the love of the rock, nigga [Outro] Still fuck you nigga Smack your fuckin' lunch tray out your fuckin' hand You fuckin' vegetable lasagna ass niggas, fuck outta here All you niggas is motherfuckin' food nigga You niggas is motherfuckin' fried rice nigga Fuck that shit nigga