Текст песни Captn Pipe - Bizzy Balboa

It's true we like to hang out, rock out with our thang out
Ya'll be on that same clout, 'xcuse me let me branch out
We party and smoke weed, take some flights across seas
Ya'll be in the nose bleeds, we be in them front seats
We be on that chill shit, that Eastside westside trill shit
Ya'll be on that talking til' Southside northside walked in
You piped up, so piped up, you ain't nothing like us
Bitch be gone and watch yo' tone, Bitch be gone and watch yo' tone

Can you make a dollar out of fifteen cent
Stay rolling behind my tent, my clothing done paid my rent
Exposure gone make me rich
Stay coasting, cruising, I'm chillin'
Your girlfriend be in her feelings
She trippin' blowing my line
I'm blowing O's to the ceiling
Popping up at the crib, while you sleeping we do the dip
Put her hands up on my hip
When I dip, you dip, we dip
Yea we like to hang out, it ain't much to complain bout
Ya'll be on that same clout, don't make me bring them thangs out

It's true we like to hang out, rock out with our thang out
Ya'll be on that same clout, 'xcuse me let me branch out
We party and smoke weed, take some flights across seas
Ya'll be in the nose bleeds, we be in them front seats
We be on that chill shit, that Eastside westside trill shit
Ya'll be on that talking til' Southside northside walked in
You piped up, so piped up, you ain't nothing like us
Bitch be gone and watch yo' tone, Bitch be gone and watch yo' tone

I ain't got no patience and money be my fragrance
Last week I fucked a model, today I fucked her agent
Hope she never say shit, get up and cook food naked
I don't never play sick, I'm all about a paycheck
Can you make a dollar out of fifteen cent
Rather pay tithes 'fore I pay a girl rent
My talent gone make me rich, my family up out them bricks
Yea we like to hang out, she starting to wear bangs now
Some things never change how, can you be one to blame now

It's true we like to hang out, rock out with our thang out
Ya'll be on that same clout, 'xcuse me let me branch out
We party and smoke weed, take some flights across seas
Ya'll be in the nose bleeds, we be in them front seats
We be on that chill shit, that Eastside westside trill shit
Ya'll be on that talking til' Southside northside walked in
You piped up, so piped up, you ain't nothing like us
Bitch be gone and watch yo' tone, Bitch be gone and watch yo' tone