Whip Creme

[Verse 1: Blu]
Uh, I bet a 10 say she like my style, hunnid she like the flow
Money they go dummy, go dumber and wanna buy a boat
My flow be like that 110, nothing running from end to end
Again, again, blackberry Caddy with that vanilla trim
Yellowbones miss that old me, yellow gold me
I'm just a young G on my own, getting my OG on
Oh we on? Niggas gon' get on and get ghost
Me? Nah, I'm grown, I'ma get on and get more
Fuck did you thought boy?
I bought the shit to floss the bitch, bitch
If you lost, hop off my dick and get a starter kit, kid
Parking boss, that cherry gloss from off the lips, onto the car
My nigga get in or kiss the tint, tits tops off, uh
Model thoughts, bottle tops off
Popping hollows at your hollow thoughts, south boss
Back to South Park, uh, pimp shit, don't be sipping in my car
Save that whip creme for the supreme, we go hard

[Verse 2: Definite]
No question who you riding with
She said I get it wetter than Poseidon
So wet, I'm sliding in
Told her, "Don't be squirting in my ride again"
Messing up my interior lining, blunts got me high as shit
Niggas fucked in the game and getting they hymen ripped
Bloody mess, selling they soul for fame and fortune less
Thinking they changed the game but when I came, I laid 'em all to rest
Say it with your chest, need to speak up, this the chief
I lit the leaf up with the divas sporting D cups, turn your speakers up
And nah, can't keep 'em, flash the prenup, there's no reason to this madness
I just speak and then my voice can paint the canvas
All the pain and things I take for granted, stranded on this planet
'Til my ship returns, chilling with the chick that burns intensive firm
Rolling, swerving, trying not to hit the curb
'Stead I hit the herb and keep it coasting til the zip is burned
Rising from the ashes it's the mass, I lace that ass with classics
Team up on my back and any captives, all my people, let's go!

[Verse 3: Big Dame]
I got a call from Blu, he said "I need you in the studio"
It's nothing my relly, just let me hit the liquor store
Hopped in the mag, yeah I'm sliding on them 24s
Flat black, slab white like something you ain't seen before
91 West, 100 miles per hour
Brown bag full of blunts, Ziploc full of sour
When you riding like this, all the hoes wanna holla
I don't pay 'em no mind, that's why my pockets on gwalla
She don't wanna fuck me, she wanna fuck my car
But always thinking like that bitch, you wouldn't get far
605, 405, headed to Long Beach
Where they stay Crip walking, repping LBC
Speeding, got red and blue lights flashing behind me
Why the fuck CHP wanna fuck with a G?
Grab the heat, one time don't know who they fucking with
He said "I pulled you over just to say your whip was sick"

[Verse 4: Co$$]
Who me? The superstar, split a Swisher cigar
Look at you crazy like you spitted on my car
Hop out, I got my cock out, I'm shitting on you all
When I came through, different angles, perpendicular to y'all
Native Tonto with the tomahawk
I cut them horizontal with the drama art
The foreign form of expression, the pagan slanging's too high
Coolio once said "I bathe in flames and pray to dragons"
Sagging with my pants, dipping lane-to-lane, banger bang
I got a fast drawl, single action collapse lungs
From the old west, above the settin' sun, you see the black hawk
Fly across, on my straight 50 shit, I am Co$$
Slash Allah, but the monks in Shaolin call me Iron God
You ain't never let the iron off, you lying God, you living false
I'm about the cherries with the lemon frost
Chop your dead fingertips, the women floss harder than y'all
Rhythm and blues, Blu-dy, these niggas on some singing shit
Can't fuck with them

[Interlude]
Uh, yeah nigga
Came through in the coupe, we sliding though
With that Herb Alpert
Had to pull out that whip creme on them niggas

[Verse 5: Swt Pea]
I get a bitch warm, areola, in my palm
Bent over the futon, watch me get long
Yeah, I get it on, strong like King Kong
Get it wet, all tongue, bust free like bail bonds
Off service and no funds, I'm the king to these pawns
Get touched up and pissed on and hung at dawn
'Til you're all gone or stuck in a storm, under the lawn
Halfway to Hong Kong
No cross or headstones, sitting high on my throne
I blend in like James Bond, big fish in a pond
Counting chips, Don LeShawn, you thinking it's all fun
And you seeing somebody run, screaming, "He got a gun"
See me then see none, then it's back to sipping rum
Cause I need some, thinking "Damn, what have I done?
All he said is, 'Where you from?'" Fuck it, he was a bum
All I know is I won and there can only be one

[Outro]
Man, look at that
Nigga almost got shot fucking with a nigga
You know I'm out here riding dirty
He got the burner, weed, shit, we all turned out
Nigga got me late to the motherfuckin' studio sessions, ya dig?
Huh