N Yo Eyes

Rap cat, like that
Top of the line freak I gotta get scratch
Don't waste time on a rat
Mickey Mouse hoes step back, Mickey Mouse hoes step back
I'm in high pursuit for a prostitute
In my baby blue suit, in my new leather boots
The game gets sticky, wanna know about mine?
I live my life through your car Alpine
Don't talk back, ho you thick
In this club ho who you with?
Holla back don't be fake like fruit
I spits my game if I think you cute
I talk about the ism with Sugar EQ
Anybody else, well I don't know you
You love that freak cause she dress real fresh
She says goodnight, but she don't rest
She might say daddy after 12 a.m
Don't even play bitch, gon' and pay that pimp
Roll around the Bay bitch get that bread
In call, out call, freak go 'head
You can even walk down San Pablo
Let a player tell you what your mind don't know
I'm Fillmoe down everyday
I might laugh bitch but I really don't play
Roll my whip, spit my gift
Bitch holla back, but don't talk back
I can see the ho lust in yo' eyes
You got it past him, but couldn't get it past I
I dress like Cody Jarrett when I gotta knock somethin'
The beats start bumpin' when the freaks start humpin'
Bring home somethin', don't make no mistakes
Why you talkin' to them suckers buyin' you dranks
They lookin' for a dream, you lookin' for the cream
Holla at me freak yo' kind nah mean?
You can realize that you're big surprise
I can see a picture frame in yo' eyes
I see Van Gogh, I see Picasso
I also see a rap cat from Fillmoe
That's a nice style, let me lace yo' boots
This game is so official like a referee's whistle
Chicago, Fillmoe, Milwaukee, O-A-K, Frisco Bay, hey
Area Bay love Mac Dre