Lyrics
Can u belive it, we comin i can taste it
it qham and baby cee
we comin through y cant u see
its only our time to rock these streets
yo son, stop to the store so i can get me a luci.
back seat slouching, i'm spilling all my hennessy.
it's a nice day, let the breeze hit my afro.
all these hoes out and ya'll was bout to leave me back home.
hell nah, Pat doin hair, i ain't stayin there.
bored out my fucking mind, ya'll came through the perfect time.
turn that new shit up, you keep a blunt lit up.
i guess you want your boy to hit the window, put the tints up.
honies eyeballing while i'm stepping out the whip.
walked straight up to the counter, threw that nigga 50 cents.
put 1 up in my ear, lit the other with my lighter.
now it's back to the whip, this girl looking like i know her.
but i can't place the face, damn i think her name is Gloria.
she just copped a Smirnoff, said: "where you going baby"?
i said, where the party at and don't be acting shady.
got a thousand niggaz coming through, i hope your friends are ladies.
chick thought that i was crazy, she called me Patrick Swayze.
from when she seen me dirty dancing, flirting with the gravy.
up on the love boat, i bumped into the lady qham.
told her yes i be the man, come and chill out with my band.
let's collab, catch a cab, plenty ass to grab.
while i'm writing in a pad, in a pad, thanks to Dad.
it's friday night, yes, i just got paid.
all my niggaz coming through, even bouncers be afraid.
spitting lemon, lemonade, when i finally touch the mic.
out of sight, bright lights,married women, pretty dikes.
and i'm feeling pretty nice, off that incredible hulk.
make them bitches hit the floor like david banner when i talk.
Can u belive it, we comin i can taste it
it qham and baby cee
we comin through y dontt u see
its only our time to rock these streets
It was a, boring day, wasnt nothing poppin it seems
So i, decided to be bad, cop alcohol for my dreams
But then i, met Baby Cee, who had plans for the night
Said he, headed to a party, wanna go im like iight
We got there, and as soon as we hit the door
Everybody mouths drop, from the air to the floor
Girls, running up, like Cee who u got wit u?
I was like, the name's qham, and i also rap too
I started, ignoring her, she was all ova his knob
walked to, the dance floor, boys running like a mob
They walkin up, like u beautiful from head to toe
Im like yeah, lame line, tell me sumthin i dont know
I'm here to, have fun, so don't spoil the mood
Get too touchy, my nigga Cee,'ll show u the rules
he just, got on stage, so i had to hit the flo'
Danced wit, some boy, and freaked him, ya kno'
But I, couldnt just stay, and dance all night
I had to, get my hands on that phone, called the mic
Then I, heard a shout out, that came from my left
Told the boy stop, walked away, took a breathe
His song, he was spittin, he had just finished
So we, decided to collab, but first lemme pent this
Walked to, the right of the mic stand, and grabbed it
Started freestylin, lettin go, of all baggage
bad day last night, gotta let it get off my chest
It slid, right through from my mouth, after my neck
My mind, was pacing my body, was racing i was free
So next, was the collabo, wit me and Baby Cee
