Hey you! Yeah I'm talking to you!
You think you cool ryte?
Got that cig hangin from your mouf
And that bag a weed in ya pocket zipped tight
You got them dollas and that bling bling
You just think you got it made, don't you
Walking the streets lyke you some pimp
Guess what... It ain't coo!
A girl needs a real man
With a job and a car
She dun need a street bum
Or someone who hangin at tha bar
She dun need your cancerous kiss
Or them STDs you be spreadin
You be payin girls to sleep with ya
I'll find ya at the corner, thas where you be headin
You think I dun see you
Or know what you do
You just a druggie wit no life
You ain't goin anywhere are you
