I told the bitch I'm him, I'm not one of them
When I step up out the house, I got a Glock or a fin
If you not an opp wherever in the city, we gotta lock on in
The Stinc Team got a reputation for not gon' miss
Poured a four of Wockhardt, nigga, not no Tris
I'ma go, you can't impress me with them rocked up tits
I flu flam mini mansions, I'm a knock up kid
I bust on a bitch face and told her, "Watch my kids"
The young niggas see the Plug like, "I want a watch like his"
That two bands you split five ways is not no lick
I was in the county disrespectful, he sockin' on shit
I'm not beefin', this chip'll turn his brain to nacho dip
Your bitch gave my chili and cheese, that's not your bitch
She said, "Thanks for the perky meat, Ralfy, I got your gift"
I see your lil' kennel over there, thеm not no pits
I'm an exotic bulldog with a rottweiler mix
I got a big еgo, that's why I knocked your bitch
To the left, to the left, when I'm rockin' with the Crips
Some of niggas act like it's wrong for keepin' it stitched lip
I told her she wasn't gettin' no dick, she was pissed
I told her I can freeze time and put rocks in my wrist
I'm a real street nigga, I'm not no pretender
I'm on his bitch bumper, not no fender bender
He the type of nigga fuckin' on gender twisters
"Where you get all your moves from, Ralfy?" Mister Mister
My aunt's callin' me her favorite son 'cause I'm hittin' his sister
She was suckin' too much dick, hope you didn't kiss her
Boy, that's a baby loaf, that is not a stiffler
If the Stincs don't run LA, then who richer?
If the Plug didn't spark the biggest fire, then who litter?
Man, niggas don't get half the shit as me, niggas kids to me
I ain't been the same, since a juvenile, judge sentenced me
I'm a rapper but I'll pity the fool like Mr. T
I'll have my hamburglars help me cook up instant beef
I'm an ugly nigga, still crackin' bitches with missing teeth
Nigga look like a small fry next to the Stincs
I'm a G.O.A.T., so all my bitches be defendin' me
Watches came with boxin' capers, got big receipts
Every time I step in the field playin' ball, got different cleats
[?], can you send all these bums to detention, please?
Graduated from the school of hard knocks, strippin' dweebs
And yes, that nigga on a skateboard is a peep
Nigga ain't got what I got, ain't got the watches I bought
You wanna vibe and get some perky meat from the Plug, that's gon' cost you
I'm a fashion killer, every 'fit is a lawsuit
You don't want a nigga like me, I'm gon' dog you
Lookin' for good perky meat, you know who to call to
In there with the fin, thirty-two rounds, I'ma turn 'em to shark food
They like, "Master P in the city", bitch, the Plug makin' boss moves
Your bitch would hop on a log and law like a frog do
Long as she turnin' over a loaf, we all cool
That nigga told and he a bitch, that's cool, he ain't y'alls, though
She like, "You can put your whole dick down my throat if you got the balls too"
Any bitch that didn't make the cut gotta join the stalker crew
You can talk money in any language, I'll talk to you
Any nigga hatin' on the Plug, I'ma keep ballin' on you
She like, "Out of the whole Stinc team, no one awesome as you"
Conversation with the loafy, I ain't talkin' to you
[Outro]
Nah, for real, no cap
Conversation with the loafy, I ain't talkin' to you
Bitch, don't be buttin' in my conversation when I'm talkin' to Ben Franklin, Jackson and all that
Bitch, we don't even know you
What your broke-ass say, huh?
What, no? You ain't talkin' money?
Bitch, I said it's money, you just answer, it's not [?], you do not pick up the phone
It's a loaf on the floor, see, you gon' pick it up
Yeah, eat that
