Carmen Electra

[Verse 1: The Game] Ayo, I mob how I mob, yeah, I'm hood with it Fifth of Patrón in the Bentley, yeah, I'm good with it Everything Suge with it, I'm a boss like that Caught five, Odell Beckham, Randy Moss like that It's Bompton, reason why I talk like that Bullet fragments still in my ankle why I walk like that I'm Nas on these songs, I Puff, they hate me Hurricane Game, Katrina'd the AP Top-down, the AC, with X and AZ Ruff Rydin', you can see this Draco in HD Don't try me, nigga, homicide's my hobby Backwoods fat, we blowin' these sacks like Mozzy In the 6, Clyde and Bonny, clips by Armani Plus, I keep an extra with the owl feather texture 2020, we doin' drive-bys in Teslas Sex, money, murder, and drugs, Carmen Electra [Chorus: ToBi & The Game] Fuck the slice, I want the pie Why ask, "Why?", 'til we die Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the devil's pie Carmen Electra Drugs and thugs, swim in wine Three or four at a time Watch 'em all stand in line for a slice of the devil's pie Carmen Electra [Verse 2: Mozzy] Four Block bangin', I'm from the dope spot, baby Type to serve 'em on the porch and keep the door locked, baby In this four-door 'Cedes, the Rollie oh so brazy Chopper for that old school that I can throw on Daytons Fuck who hatin' Blood on the Benjamins, I'm a gangsta Pull up on the side of his vehicle, tryna spank 'em Cookies by the onions, we plug 'em, the people thank us As-salamu alaykum and see how far it could take us Can't nobody save us, stay dangerous, it's on the gang Told Game, "Pass the thang," I feel like I got my wing Pissin' on they grave and wackin' out what they bang Papa was a chef and my mama whip it the same She chose up on the 'ism, the Maserati to blame We body for body, ahki, I caught him and got him flamed Free the Gangland, when he touched, got him a chain When he touched, got him some cake When he touched, got him a Drac' (Ayy) [Chorus: ToBi & The Game] Fuck the slice, I want the pie Why ask, "Why?", 'til we die Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the devil's pie Carmen Electra Drugs and thugs, swim in wine Three or four at a time Watch 'em all stand in line for a slice of the devil's pie Carmen Electra [Verse 3: Osbe Chill] O-S-B-E Chill, fuck what they feel Have a nigga leanin' soon as I pop his seal Put the work like Copperfield, I got it to disappear Heard you was lookin' for me, I'm right here (Right here) Standin' in the jungles with the baby stones (Baby stones) Cash Money in my pocket, get my Baby on (Baby on) Only eat the pussy if it taste like Avión (Yeah) Tell her run my shit back like Le'Veon (Bitch) Sittin' in the bucket 'bout to trip me a nigga, yeah Los Angeles, clip me a nigga, yeah ATL, TIP he a nigga (Uh) Like Black Chyna, I'ma get me a nigga (Pause) Gang injunctions don't stop the function, yeah Trees by Game, Patrón consumptions, yeah Born in the Jungles where wolf be huntin' I put that on Mary-Anne, that I am what I am, nigga [Chorus: ToBi & The Game] Fuck the slice, I want the pie Why ask, "Why?", 'til we die Watch your soul stand in line for a slice of the devil's pie Carmen Electra Drugs and thugs, swim in wine Three or four at a time Watch 'em all stand in line for a slice of the devil's pie Carmen Electra