Thinking Bout You

[Intro]

Uhh, Uhh, I was chilling on the set

With the fully-automatic Tec

Thinking 'bout you girl

I was working my juug girl

But I was still thinking 'bout you

[Verse 1]

Uhh, bow-wow-wow, yippie-yo, yippie-yay

Can't trust these dog-ass hoes today

I say bow-wow-wow, yippie-yo, yippie-yay

Can't trust these dog-ass hoes today

But I got one I really fuck with

She makes my heart skip a beat

She dropped her drum stick

Sometimes we fuck forever, sometimes I cum quick

I eat that pussy 'cause it's sweet, as sweet as one-six

Sixteen bullets in a clip, but more than one clip

Shoot a nigga sixteen times until I'm convinced

I got strawberry cocaine as sweet as Fun Dip

You know I keep some nose candy for my young bitch

I love my young bitch

'Cause she don't give me drama

You don't want no drama

My goons waitin' for you, to snap

Like some photo bombers

Yeah we leave a nigga flat

We leave 'em horizontal

And then my lawyer tell your honor

On that morning, I was –

[Chorus]

Chilling on the set

With the fully automatic Tec

Thinking 'bout you girl

I was working my juug girl

But I was still thinking 'bout you girl

Yeah, I was chilling on the set

With the fully automatic Tec

Thinking 'bout you girl

I was working my juug girl

But I was still thinking 'bout you

[Bridge]

It go U-N-L-V

It go, it go U-N-L-V

It go U-N-L-V, U-N-L-V

Uptown Nigga Living Violent

Do I smell beef?

[Verse 2]

I was chilling on the corner about to get fucked up

My nigga T got a 40, and he brought two cups

That nigga Mack was chillin', Po was home talkin' on the phone

Lord, it's been such a good-year we need some Armor All

That nigga Hoody on the set, he got his hoodie on

Euro the future, fuck your future, like I'm reading palms

Wayne Chong, chinky eyes like I'm from Vietnam

Got my bitch with chinky eyes like that bitch Nia Long

Lord, I know I do my thing, can’t let my thing do me

Lord, I know I ain’t a Saint, still rep that fleur-de-lis

Lord, just keep Lil Reginae away from birds and bees

Let her be strong as the woman that gave birth to me

Fuck your degree, this murder in the first degree

I got that Tec under my arm like Right Guard, Sure, Degree

Lord, sometimes I just be so gone I be like "Earth to me?"

I burn some weed, I burp some lean, I served a fiend

While I was

[Chorus]

Chilling on the set

With a fully automatic Tec

I was thinking 'bout you girl

I was working my juug girl

But I was still thinking 'bout you girl

Yeah I was chilling on the set

With a fully automatic Tec

Thinking 'bout you girl

I was working my juug girl

But I was still thinking 'bout you, girl

[Outro]

Yeah

Thinking 'bout you girl

Working my juug girl

Still thinking 'bout you girl

Chilling on the set

With the fully automatic Tec

Thinking 'bout you girl

Working my juug girl

I was still thinking 'bout you