I'll be Joc, next person has to be E-40, then you pick who the next person should be.
I stay up in the club, bitches know the dude
My rhymes is the shit, cuz write em all wit poo
Do what you do, you and ya crew
Me and my crew, we'll do it too
What you wanna do, nigga what what
what nigga nigga what nigga nigga what
Hoes know I floss, I'm a fucking boss
I'ma fucking piamp, I get my salad tossed
Yeah that's wassup, I grab butts
So much butt make a nigga wanna fuck
It don't matta what I say, s'long as I rhyme
Cuz bitches get reduced to a chicken from dime
When they hear my songs cuz dey don't even caya
As long as they can feel the beat shake they haya
My southern talk is catchy thas why they dance
I'm like a super model cuz i wear a lotta pants