Mami we can, creep through the ghetto with you, feet in stilettos Hit the, club and party as long as you sneak in the metal (yeah!) Or we can head to the house, from the house it's the floor From the, floor to the couch, from the, couch to the door (woo!) Then it's, out to the store or, out to the mall Watching, out for the law, 'cause of this pouch full of raw I don't care how much you love her don't, vouch for the LovePeddler 'Cause the first chance she get I'm in her mouth on the tour (what?) I'm loving the ladies, with no husbands or babies Since little I've been active, lost dozens of babies (c'mon!) Getting a hummer stunting, in your cousin Mercedes Or roll up on you dumping, pouring guns at your 80's (what?!) You the man on your block? I'm the talk of the town That's probably why they wanna see me in chalk in the ground But you can find me on the corner with a pack of marijuana Middle finger to haters nigga you fuckin' with the greatest