I don't call a hoe a hoe no more, I call him now or later
Put him out in the stroller, 30 minutes, come back and collect my paper
I'm a P .I.
M.
Not the man that be payin' the rent Not the man that be breakin' a cent
Hoes be lookin' at me like I'm a trend And when my bank, they ask for shizzle
Cause like Jay -Z ain't my nizzle So don't you call it cause it fizzle
Life is short, course in the hizzle If they ask me, I ain't go tell em
It's all good game that I sell em Fuckin' with the family, bitch, you'll catch
em Stuck, she'll cerebellum
Certified 5150, if it need somethin' to hit me
I be on the corner, California Where bitch me never empty
Wuh, wuh, wuh, wuh Like I wasn't, no dubs to my dad
But he's kinda like my cousin, never catch me wearin' tie -dye
They be askin' who's that white guy With a gold chain to his belly
Lookin' as if he was Popeye It was me that did the drive -by
Split you with my super -talker But I filled it up with number one
And smashed out with my fokers
Breaker, breaker, one, two, three I interrupt your program
To bring you to FBC Word on the street
They slam does and pimp hoes Dippin' in six -fo's
And whippin' in Ben's dough Breaker, breaker, one, two, three
I interrupt your program To bring you to FBC
Word on the street They slam does and pimp hoes
Dippin' in six -fo's And whippin' in Ben's dough
I ride slow in the fast lane Stacking cash, man
Call me Dub, you don't need to know the last name
Certified, you're great Not a gram of cut
I'm the quarterback, makin' plays, tellin' hut
Told you not to walk in the lane Try to talk on the name
To FBC, we puttin' a lock in the game And stayin' true with it
I'm 22, slidin' through with it Nothin' you can do with it
Interrupt your program Just to act a fuckin' fool with it
I'm old school with it In a new whip, collectin' chips
Seven figures, the Knicks It all counts, make the ball bounce
Celeb status, got him in awe Droppin' his jaw, holdin' on to position
We transmittin' like CDs on CDs Late nights, hard work in the studio
Got me bangin' on the TV Breaker, breaker, one, two, three
I interrupt your program To bring you to FBC
Word on the street They slam does and pimp hoes
Dippin' in six -fo's And whippin' in Ben's dough
Breaker, breaker, one, two, three I interrupt your program
To bring you to FBC Word on the street
They slam does and pimp hoes Dippin' in six -fo's
And whippin' in Ben's dough I'm an old school baller
Like Gale said Mack and Kev spokin' about you, fool
Who cares? Not one of them dares to come
Say it to my face And make my space
They know they place Ain't never been laced
We the Hennessy, you the Chase We the dope, you the cutter
You parquet, we butter It don't seem like thunder
Make your knees shudder You ain't talkin' now, bitch
Don't stutter It's no wonder that you're so under
Fuckin' with these bonafide gangsters Platinum stunners
We winners, you losers You runners, we shooters
Someone shoulda told you not to fuck With these block cruisers
Old school cruisers at the park Get fucked up
And hit kings after dark And not too many wanna test this
Test this Me and Ken Doe
Have a knockout contest Breaker, breaker, one, two, three
I interrupt your program To bring you to FBC
Come hard on the street They slam Doe's and pimp Poe
Dippin' in six bowls And whippin' in bentos
Breaker, breaker, one, two, three I interrupt your program
To bring you to FBC Come hard on the street
They slam Doe's and pimp Poe Dippin' in six bowls
And whippin' in bentos
