[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]
Lookin' at pics with G-pops and Joe Louis
Vacant strip, '75 Caddies and old Buicks
Always knew I'd make it one day, Bellagio music
Tower suite, sippin' on Baileys and watchin' hoes move it
Slow it down, sit on my lap, that's how the funks do it
She giggle while I tickle her back, I'm smokin' whole Cubans
Hotel slippers and robe, I'm in my own movie
The one where the bad guy wins like Keyser Söze
Never keep a girl for too long, stuck in my old ways
Even though I fantasize about havin' a housemate
Little kids runnin' around and missin' school days
But then I realize I'm him, what a damn shame
Low-down and dirty, ho, they call me P Worthy
I make you walk the blade before you ever get my last naming
I only like to do what make me feel happy
That's why I bought my 50, that's why I roll active
That's why I seek what's on my own albums like a soundtrack
You hear Chris Tucker on "La Quinta"? Yeah, we did that
Martin Scorsese with the pen, where the script at?
Document my life from my raps 'cause I live that
The only real one that's on the mic spittin' pimp facts
And I'm from P-funk, but I could take you where the Ricks at
Yeah, huh, yeah
All the way from Figueroa to the land where Fillmore Slim at
[Interlude: Conway the Machine]
Huh
Know how we ridin' (Look)
Know how we slidin'
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Look, quarter ticket for the wrist wrap (Uh-huh)
I just want a Ferrari, bitch, I'm RiFF RAFF (Yeah)
Testin' some new scatterbrain, I'm lovin' this batch (I like this one)
Two different-color Cullinans, they mismatched (Boom)
Bitch, who you workin' for? (Huh?)
And one bitch brought me fifty thousand from MegaPersonals
It's business, never personal (Hahaha)
Can't find one bitch I'm payin' rent and buyin' purses for (Name her)
I'm too busy buyin' mansions and convertibles (Look)
Look at me speed off (Ooh)
Masterpiece on my wrist, I lift my sleeve up (You see me, bitch)
Cost me three-sixteen
And the stones cold, bitch, Steve Austin, haha
(Talk to 'em, nigga)
Machine gone
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