Hit and Run

[Verse 1: J-Ro] I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black dually Niggas in the street, gettin' wild and unruly Bigga B was in the front, so he let me through the door I never get frisked, so I pack a .44 Straight to the bar, can I get a rum and Coke? The whole club was filled with the indo smoke E-Swift was scratchin', Tash was ho-catchin' I had the latest fashion, but my shit wasn't matchin' So King Tee was baggin', the nigga Threat was braggin' 'Bout his brand new baby boo, fiendin' with the rag in Lorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep Peep, E-Swift – show 'em how we creep [Verse 2: E-Swift] Checkin' you out – yeah, you baby, up against the wall Here's a dollar ten rum and Coke, heavy on the alcohol Starin' at your chest, and I can only guess,  Lord have mercy, what's up under that Adidas dress Yo short-ay, you're lookin' kinda nice Stick around and watch us rock the mic device She gave me this look, like she was puzzled or troubled I don't think I'm large, so she didn't bust my bubble It's Tha Liks, baby – where your girlfriends at? She said they got thrown out, tryin' to sneak in the back No sweat, I'll go out and get 'em Hooked it up for 'Noid and Tash to get with 'em Now we on stage, stop the mic from back-feedin' Got the three hoes in the front row, chillin' That's how it be when you play high post 'Cause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost [Verse 3: Xzibit] This is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week It was this fly ass freak, I didn't sleep I got the digits, laid back, coolin' at the crib one day I think I'll call her, we're talkin' on the phone for half an hour I finally ask her, "Can a nigga come through?" She talkin 'bout she ain't dressed, I said, "Cool, I'm still comin' over" I get there, she's chillin' in some undies and a robe Ice cold 40 down in the freezer And roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her How she tellin' me she ain't no skeezer An hour later, I was breakin' her off In each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in I got up and then I washed my shit "Alright, bitch" – word, got her rings, then I split Yeah, back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect Xzibit keep the hoes in check, so check [Hook] All I really wanna do Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through All I really wanna do Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash All I really wanna do Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through All I really wanna do Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash [Verse 4: J-Ro] I was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray The club reminded me of wildin' at the Busch back in the day That's when I seen her, the freak from the diner Her name was Nina, or Tina – or was it Regina? Fuck it, the bitch with the tig ol' bitties and the boomin' bass I said, "My name is" – big game, all in her face I said, "For what it's worth, I'm the best on Earth Kickin' fools off my turf since the day of my birth I got a pocket full of money, do you wanna help me spend it? Can I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennett?" She said, "Mmm, J-Ro, yeah! Just let me know the time, and I'll be there" I said, "I'm drunk, tired, ho, for heaven's sake Let's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake" We got to the place, I started stuffin' my face Not a bit did I waste, 'cause it was good to the taste I didn't wanna get stuck, so I said, "What the heck? I left my money in the truck, so won't you pick up the check?" And the next move, you might think it's tasteless But I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress [Verse 5: Xzibit] We rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage, it's funny The shit bitches do for money Only jockin' on a nigga with his name in lights I'd rather kick back, relax, and play the shades real tight Yo, last night, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker Kept runnin' her mouth about what it last meant to her I said, "Look, hon', all I gots is blunts, 40's,  A couple of brothers, 'cause I don't know the kids before me You're trippin'" – dip into the streets to chill Nigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways It's lovely, I get home, blaze up, another drink of somethin' kinda stronger To make the funk last longer Yo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches Thinkin' they got me, but yo – they gettin' they self I'ma bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth You felt the vibe when I tapped that ass [Hook] All I really wanna do Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through All I really wanna do Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash All I really wanna do Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through All I really wanna do Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash