"If only you could let me in
I know that love, it would begin
If only I could rap to you
I know this love would capture you, yeah!"
Killa, uh!
"Don't you want to ride?"
This the ghetto soap opera right here, man
You from Harlem you already know
You on that hustlers mission, you trying to get that paper
Wifey like it one minute, next minute she don't, man
You know they at home watching Lifetime on the internet
But you got to do you, I got it, let me tell you!
Yo my mommy Toy was my pride and joy
She would drive the toys plus ride the boy
To supply the boys, I got it live from Kroy
Yes a 9 and boy, wore a 5 in boys
Over the chick shit, I shoot 5 with Roy
Now I load the .45, shoot 5 at Roy
Ain't like my job, all guys I employ
Lifestyle I enjoy but I'm the livest, doy, doy!
A Hustler and Cam famous? You damn anus
I dunno but I can't change it
Can't paint it, pop it, champagne it
Stop it, car drop it, it look dull, damn paint it
She would throw a pout how I'm showing out
How I'm outgoing but dont be going out
It's things to know about, when you got dough and clout
Ways to move, know the route, babygirl, close your mouth
Cause I feed you well, every sneaker, hell
You eat Louis, shit Gucci, breathe Chanel
Car laga fell acting like Gargamel
For the car cop the cell ad the bar stop at hell
'Wrong with you?", she said "what's wrong with you?"
Always got a song to do, can't get along its true
So I skipped marriage, bought her six carrats
Rather die that nigga than to live average
"If only you could let me in
I know that love, it would begin
If only I could rap to you
I know this love would capture you, yeah!
Don't you want to ride?
Don't you want to ride?
Don't you want to ride?
Oh it aint over, part 2, uh
Ghetto soap opera lets do it!
Yo, yo, uh
Looking back on school, arts and crafts
Fuck half the staff, beat up half the class
I was like Dr. Dre though, I have to laugh
Nigga with an attitude, meet me after math
Had her half and half, not a drink
2 chicks def lit acid fast to half a tab
You could ask her ass, I would dash and laugh
You after me? Huh, I'm after cash
I'm on I-80 though with my baby
Whole ride hazy, tell her don't drive crazy
I got plans for you, look in the sky baby
Fuck Sara Lee, Mrs. Smith, tou the pie lady
Fly lady G2, fly baby gee you, wild baby
Please boo, what's your size crazy?
Don Woning when I'm in the foreign
Almond drop top, my charm is alarming
I was alerting her just to re-insert in her
That I would leave Earth with her, huh, I can't interpret her
She got mad I leaned over, I'm nursing her
Said when I do dirt with her, the only time I flirt with her
Not to be V.I. but this is B.I., bia
Me and G.I. be watched by the P.I.'s
See why we can't finish together?
I'd rather do business than pleasure, and that's real
"If only you could let me in
I know that love, it would begin
If only I could rap to you
I know this love would capture you, yeah!
Don't you want to ride?
Don't you want to ride?...