(B-Legit)

Ya see I'm nuttin' but a player call me bad news bear

And everywhere a nigga go you know I check a hoe there

And on my second time thru, you know how I do

I get some head, and some ends and I'm gone by 2

I got soundcheck bitch, the shows is at 6

So when you coming in, bring your womanfriends

I got a few dogs posted at my telly

D-Shot, Tap, Young Mugz and Celly

And we gone try to tear the fuckin' roof of something

We was backstage smokin' and some hoes was thumpin'

A bitch got mad cause she didn't get chose

Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe

Your nigga went wild when he first seen that

Pulled out a sack and rolled one fat

We was back to the tale cause we bail on them boyz in blue

Fuckin' wit this Click crew

And the worst things that happens when your out of the state

They lock a nigga down and take away his dank

It makes me can't thank, I gets nervous and sick

Fiendin' for a motherfuckin' fix

Chorus:

(E-40)

Smoke and we will go

Puffin' on indo

So put that back

Cause we don't fuck wit that

(B-Legit)

I left Minnesota cause the spot was tired

Hit Louiville and the spot was fire

Old school sittin' on straight laced kicks

Reminding me of 1986

Fools burnin' rubber, fuck some switches

Niggas from the bay smokin' up on bitches

B was on the gash, smashin' yo

Hoes passin' out cause there to much smoke

Gary, Indiana, bitch gone in a minute

I let you hit my weed and it's straight up shittin'

In your draws, Guess jeans and all

And then you had no one, give E a call

But he called back and wasn't fuckin' wit you

Cause hoes down S