Pac Div Take Me High

[Verse 1: Mibbs]

Now if she ain’t got no class

I don’t care

If she ain’t got a fat ass

I won’t dare

She better have a good brain if she ain’t got no hair

Not sayin I want perfect, but almost there

I need girls, faster than them jet skis man

When you see me I be like the Dos Equis man

If you put it on me, you gon’ do the best you can

And you better know how to ride it like an equestrian

Look it up

Since you be the baddest

I’ll be the picture, you be the canvas

I’ll be the Pips and you be my Gladys, I’m like the Clipse

With you til the casket…

[Verse 2: Like]

Drop, pass the rock

She’s asking me when she gonna have the cock

I look at her face

I look at her feet

I look at her heels

I’d rather not

I’m cool, I’d rather smoke this and be high as an astronaut

Far from a pimp but I smash a lot

Buns like she was from Rap-a-lot, I had to pop

Ran into her at a traffic stop

Ten minutes later her panties drop

What was her name? My bad forgot

She just grabbed my anaconda so I grabbed the Panasonic camera

Propped and filmed it till the action stop

[Hook: Mibbs]

I only puff kush

I only fuck with bad ones

Right before I push

Make sure I got the Magnums

Yeah she looks good

And yeah she thinks I’m handsome

Got me feeling good, let’s do something random

Take me high, take me high, baby

Take me high, take me high, baby

(It’s Pac Div baby)

[Verse 3: BeYoung]

Yup, I said my cell phone ringin’

Pants still hangin’

Pac Div baby, easy like the caveman

Dime bag, dub sack

Nigga what’chu bringin’

Birds jump my bones now

That’s so raven

Check out what I’m flamin’

Only that good, good

Lace me when I breeze through

Funky like it’s beef stew

White widow train wreck

No, I got a sweet tooth

Bring your girl, I need to, ride her like a sea doo

Tired, y’all might need to

Quiet, then you sleep, cool

Tires ’bout to screech boo

Earth, Wind, and Fire

I’ve been flyer than you seen true

Don’t got desire to go diving if it’s seafood

Ain’t gotta lie you’s a freak too

That’s how I freaked you

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Mibbs]

Last year, she was screaming fuck that nigga

Now she’s bent over like a hunch back nigga

Her best friend told her not to trust that nigga

Cause her best friend’s busy tryna fuck that nigga

Damn that’s so scandalous

But that is Los Angeles

The place where the drama is, as common as cancer is

Out of towners asking us

How do you handle it

I just blow out the kush, and crack a smile for the cameras

How can a nigga be mad at us

How could you not be a fan of us

How can you come to my shows, lie to the hoes, and say you my manager

Damn that’s some thirsty shit

For real that’s some dirty shit

Some musty ass, stinky ass, nasty ass herpes shit (Ugh)

[Like:]

Crabby ass lurking bitch

Face look like Erk Tha Jerk

Lying like you 21

Look more like you 36

Scabby ass, scurvy [?]

Saggin ass, dirty tits

And I’m just being courteous

(Heh heh, what are you talking about?)

[Hook]

Take me high, take me high, baby

Take me high, take me high, baby

Pac Div Never

Shawty you never, never

Never had a nigga like me

Babygirl you never, never

Never had a nigga like me

Girl you never, (ever) never (ever)

Never ever ever had me (Uhh-uh)

Girl you know you’ve never

[Verse 1:]

I never claim to be what I ain’t

I never claimed and I never make mistakes

I never understood the reason why we hate (pshh)

Or why we never recognize when there’s something great

So it’s too late Shit I never catch a break

When cops drive behind me and they reading off my plates

Never toured around the globe never passed the states

Never got lucky laid on the first date

Never fronted on my friends before

Never done it what we kick it for?

It’s 2 A.M. what we kissing for?

You never give it up, somebody get this whore

I’ve never been to jail never court to snitch

Never hustled rocks never snort no shit

Never rock Fubu polo sports my shit

I’m sorry Ed Hardy I don’t sport your fits

Rather run with hundreds or some gorgeous kicks

Never laid the mates who were forced to skip

Never heard his spit well of course we sick

Never wanna see me on them courts too quick

Shit I’m balling like I’m AI tower like I’m 8-5

Call it what you want but just don’t call it once it’s game time

Never hear me talking lots of gossip through the great fun

Never stop until I take mine

[Hook:]

Shawty you never, never

Never had a nigga like me

Babygirl you never, never

Never had a nigga like me

Girl you never, (ever) never (ever)

Never ever ever had me (Uhh-uh)

Girl you know you’ve never

[Verse 2:]

I ain’t never been to prison

Never had a hustlers ambition

When I was in school I never listened

Never paid admission to a wack niggas show

And I would never pay attention to a wack niggas flow

No, never will I be ever put to rest

By another muthafucka that can breath the same breath as I

Never told my grandmother a lie

And if I ever did I could never look her in the eye

Never got a chance to say goodbye to my homie when he died

And I’m lying if I say I never cry

Never been a part of no trndy trash

And I ain’t ever have to beg a chick to give me the ass

Never spit the rare scent on no findy bag

I don’t ever pay for dinner with my stingy ass

Never been behind the wheel of a benzie-class

Till I wrote whiplash and I hope this lasts

Bet you never heard a nigga with a flow this brash

Straight A’s when I never took notes in class

Shawty you never, never

Never had a nigga like me

Babygirl you never, never

Never had a nigga like me

Girl you never, (ever) never (ever)

Never ever ever had me (Uhh-uh)

Girl you know you’ve never

Pac Div Women Problems

[Hook:]

My Homie said that he was going through it, going through it

My Pops said that he was going through it, uh

My uncle said that he was going through it, going through it

Even my little cousin going through it

And na na na, now I’m talking bout my Women Problems

Cause I got me some Women Problems

I need help with my Women Problems

Cause I got me some Women Problems

[Verse 1: Big Mibbs]

Uh uh, Damn baby, you the one who’s actin crazy

Catch me dancing with some lady now you talking bout you hat me

In the party drunk and Shwayzy trying to punch me over Stacy

So loud the crowd hear you cursing over Jay-Z

Now this is for instance the shit that I was talking bout

Big Mibbs can’t go to shindigs without you walking out

Mad at the world, at them girls that be eyeing me

Trying to see if I’m a be the type to Creep

Find a Freak, buy em drinks, Lie and Cheat

Damn why you Spying me, Last week I caught you at the mall

Playing Hide and Seek

After all of this might as well call it quits

Cause I never called you bitch, never ever balled my fist

Never ever tried to hit you

And it’s a understatement if I said you got some issues

Quite crying here’s a tissue

You swear like I’m against you, but you the one I’m into

You keep this up and I’m a blow the whistle

Girl you mental, uh

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Likewise]

My girl problems go way before Junior High

Nicky used to diss me, with some prissy little cutie pie

Daniel rejected my fan mail, Remember writing letters to Quinetta

She would shred em when she get em, you know

The folded letters with the question in the circle box

I was cryin when Shania stole my Ninja Turtle Watch

The Purple Watch it was Donatello

Elice was cute but the teeth behind her braces was kinda yellow

And I can tell that Shanell liked me

The only problem with her ass is she smelled like pee

Casey and Lacy the twin sisters they was tap dancers

But they was stingy, wouldn’t let me play Math Blaster

Morgan? Well she let me play Oregon Trail

But her breath had a foreign smell

Only talk to Courteney when I’m bored as hell

And then Porches tail, was lying ass cheating ass whore for real

Behind the bungalows, tongueing up different dudes

Skipping school, kissing who?

Damn you at this nigga fool

And to this day ain’t shit improved

My bad luck with the women got me stuck in dilemmas and

[Hook]

[Verse 3: BeYoung]

We was going on 3 years this summer

Deep in still love her

Never ever did I see this here coming

Queasy in the stomach, knee deep, started buggin

Seen this would lead me into something

This the start, homecoming 06′

Got word that she had a friend she was close with

Spending dough with, heard he was quarterback for Howard

Paranoid I call he back for hours

The phone calls slowing up, Holidays no showing up

Her momma say she goin nuts, so I already know what’s up

Last I heard she was in the campus, letting niggas tap her

When she swore she was going just to get her masters

First plane heading to the campus, Crashed in the classes

And I’m askin, Where’s room one eight two

Bustin through the door, seen jeans to the ankle

Daaamn uh

[Hook]

Pac Div Time Will Tell

She hates when I’m gone, whirlwinds and cyclones

We live in a wasteland with laptops and iPhones

We love our hip hop

Not Love & Hip Hop

I lost trust in hip hop ’cause ain’t no love in hip hop

Hate comin’ from the old heads

I don’t fuck with these new niggas

I ain’t into makin’ new friends, why I ain’t fuckin’ wit you nigga

Grew up with a crew of niggas

Linked up and we blew niggas

Y’all wanna rock Tom Ford and pop corks, me too nigga!

Friendships don’t last, but this too shall pass

Hard to keep yo passion when you stressin’ out about cash

Pray to God and I ask him to bring a blessing outta his stash

Expedite that package sir I really need it that fast

I been locked up in this lab pushin’ classics outta my ass

Cashin’ in on my future leaving tire marks in my past

Place yourself in that driver seat, sit your foot on that gas

Just make sure when they wave the checkered flag that you not last

We gon’ see what you about

If it’s meant to be, time will tell

[x4]

Got my feet up drinkin’ cold beer

I can see it all so clear

I done heard it all with both ears

Ayy these niggas out here so weird

Y’all niggas trippin’ I ain’t goin’ in

Every time I turn the channel they promotin’ fear

Police get away with murder when the coast is clear

Nigga gettin’ executed yea we persevere

We be really ’bout that action [?]

Y’all still be actin’ like hoes

Y’all still be jackin’ our flows

Y’all goin’ back ’cause we forward

This for my trappin’ ass homies

This for my bitches who’s paid

Let’s flip these stacks and get paid

Let’s get this money six ways

I ain’t been sleepin’ for days

I ain’t gon’ sleep ’til I die

You know I be goin’ for mine

Middle finger be up in the sky

Damn dog ain’t funny how the times change

Still Divie still busy that’s the mindframe

Scuse me lil nigga that’s my lane

Right sound right track that’s the right train

Right brown right yac that’s the right drank

Formatin’ with my niggas and we migrate

‘Bout to charge get back multiply ayy

Then baby throw that shit back gyrate

Div niggas been cold as the tri-state

Stay posted ’cause I know better

Same niggas with the paper baby no chedda

Still kill ’em with the flow ho Lo sweaters

Prolly gettin’ stoned bitch I know Rosetta

Aviate no our gang need propellors

Nigga push the whole thang I’m the wholeseller

Nigga fly on my wings you can float better

Pull you five or six hoes out at Coachella

We gon’ see what you about

If it’s meant to be, time will tell

[x8]

Pac Div Young Black Male

[Hook: x2]

This is the story of a young black male

Tryna dodge the cemetery and the over packed jail

Whyoooo oh oh

Whyoooo oh oh oh oh

[Verse 1: Mibbs]

This is the story of a young black male

Tryna dodge the cemetery and the over packed jail

I don’t sell no crack, I don’t stand on no corner

Got my life in order. No wife, no daughter

No house that I own, but the house I call home

Is my mama’s with a couch that pulls out when its on

And I still do my thang yo, life ain’t a game yo

Still on a search for that gold under the rainbow

Back in high school I used to have a nice game yo

Now I work at a grocery store stocking draino

Dang yo, damn yo

Little black sand boat

My boss is gonna make me flip out, like Rambo

But I can’t though, gotta set the right example

For these other young black males

Cause I’m the mantle

I’m the mantle, but if I think about it

300 years ago, I would’ve been in shackles

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: BeYoung]

Watch cops pull us over

High beaming lights, they gon pull us to the shoulder

Tryna meet a quota

Hem you up, vultures

No sudden moves, they gon say you got explosives

Damn these niggas bogus

I’m dippin in the focus

Got my check, tryna hit the bank for the close it

Young black males always seem to fit the culprit

Make a U-turn, 10-4 and they on it

Have you on the most wanted

Call it all a mix up

When its time to go home, and they shifts up

Now I’m 30 minutes late, tryna pick my chick up

Didn’t even get to see LeBron light them Knicks up

That’s some shit huh?

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Like]

Mannnn, I can’t figure this out

My car payments due soon, so is rent for the house

And I can’t miss this month or they’ll be kickin me out

My landlord ain’t hearing me out, I’m on my own

Bout time tho, I used to get on mama’s last nerve

I ain’t tryna wrap burgers ma, I’m tryna rap words

I ain’t tryna get murdered, I ain’t tryna stack furs

I ain’t tryna grab yo ass girl, I’m tryna grab hers (Oops)

Sorry got sidetracked, let me get to my rap

Let me show you that was my

Pac Div Cross-Trainers

[Hook:]

I got my cross-trainers on, motherfucker, I run shit

All I do is rap, make dough for the dumb shit

The return of that 808 trunk hit

Cash in my palm, I’m a pass the baton, GO!

Cross trainers on my motherfuckin’ feet (go!)

Cross trainers on my motherfuckin’ feet (go!)

Cross trainers on my motherfuckin’ feet

Cash in my palm, I’m a pass the baton

[Verse 1: Like]

You be on that fuck shit, I’m tryin’ to make bucks quick

Don’t talk to me if money ain’t the subject

93’s laced up, we about to run shit

Mibbs right beside me, BeYoung got the blunt lit

Shawn on the cut, Swiff D on the drum kits

Standin’ on your table with a bottle and a drunk bitch

Fallin’ all over spillin’ drinks, tryin’ to tongue kiss

Money over hoes, so you know I ain’t the one, Miss

Take her home, make her moan, and when I get done: (Switch!)

Pass her off like a basketball

Stay with dimes, I’m like Nash to y’all

My living room look like a casting call

Don’t be bringing hoes where [?] are

A sweet talkin’ nigga, ask your mom

My nigga, that’s your squad?

We treat line-ups like that’s Lebron

Push backwards like the bush whackers

We ain’t just kush rappers – we max it out like FootAction

[Hook]

[Verse 2: BeYoung]

Nigga hand over fist, bring some cash in this bitch

Y’all niggas picture near puttin’ swag in your spliffs

My niggas cop the 7 just to laugh at the 6

Like “nigga, do you know how much ass I’m a get? “

Wrote a plan out, let’s dip, we can market and sing

Put that cash in a stash, save that part for the rent

Only way niggas swingin’ is to target the fence

That’s why everything we’re singing hit the target like Prince, man

I’m talkin’ vanity and “Can it be?”‘s

Stickin’ to the strategy, how simple can it be?

Niggas comin’ home we gon’ put them on the salary

Niggas think they cold ’til we push our shit to Calgary

[Verse 3: Blu]

Yea, you’re who-blah and your shoe rot

You’re too shy to be Rah Rah, your due ska

You’re new job from Calgary to the new spot

Threw that 2pac on, but couldn’t ride like we used ‘ta

Used up, you’re new guy’s shoe size

Drew ties, never move pies move lines

She do lines why we shoot rhymes, shoo fly

Don’t bother the father, just let me do mine

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Mibbs]

It’s notorious, peep it

Y’all niggas is Victoria’s Secret

Soft as Mom’s lingerie

It’s a man’s world boy, put the pom-poms away

It’s only right we got our palms on LA

Cause if Pac was alive, you’d get bombed on today

Bombs bombs away, like ‘Bron ‘Bron and Wade

We been had next, now it’s our time to play, nigga

[Verse 5: Kendrick Lamar]

Your false prophets will never jump in my pockets

You’re poppin’ your gums and I’m poppin’ your optics

Optimus Prime when I’m done

And the topic of music is me

And the logic is usually

You should stop in and grab a degree

In the science of how to emcee

And I’m watchin’ the critic critique

When I’m climbing the valleys and peaks

And aligning myself

While I’m riding Orion’s belt

In the street and defiling this beat

As a dead bitch that lay at my feet

This is King shit…

[Hook]

Pac Div F.A.T. Boys 08

[Hook:]

I’m a fat boy, I’m a I’m a fat boy

I’m a fat boy, I’m a I’m a fat boy

Pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)

Pocket pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)

I’m a fat boy (yup), I’m a fat boy (yup)

I’m a fat boy (yup), I’m I’m a fat boy (yup)

Pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)

Poc-pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)

I’m a fat boy (yup), I’m a fat boy (yup)

I’m a fat boy (yup), I I’m a fat boy (yup)

[Verse 1: Big Mibbs]

Now let’s go heavy on the beat

I lean with my Chevy on the creep

Squeak through ya neighberhood very discreet

Peace as I turn into Andretti on the streets

I’m well tuned and the sound is fresh air

Now just assume it’s goin’ down like pressed hair

Now what can ya tell me

I kick it like Pelle

With pretty young things that got rings in they bellay

Welcome to L.A., home of the Ese

Chrome on the Chevay

Take a few tokes and then choke off the Pepé Le Pew

And yes they da crew that finna rule for a decade or two

There’s nothin’ you can do besides stand there and watch

With hands in your pockets, sayin’ Nigga they can rock it

I’m I’m a fat boy, I’m I’m a fat boy

Yea you heard the track boy

Now let’s bring it back boy like

[Hook:]

Pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)

Pocket pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)

I’m a fat boy (yup), I’m a fat boy (yup)

I’m a fat boy (yup), I’m I’m a fat boy (yup)

Pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)

Poc-pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)

I’m a fat boy (yup), I’m a fat boy (yup)

I’m a fat boy (yup), I I’m a fat boy (yup)

[Verse 2: Be Young]

Ay yo, PAC DIV’s chillin’, Chillin’ is good

Just got paid, do my thang as I should

In my new car speakers bang, let ’em push

Girlie say Be Young that hook is no good

Speakers understood, there ain’t none fresher

So cool in school I skipped both semesters

Girls blew me kisses and sent over letters

Sayin’ dey luh my style, when they wanna know better

Well uh, I tell ’em I do dis in my leisure

Sean John, Gaultier, D&G sneakers

Yea sean short nay it’s colder as ya freezer

Broke as a joke but I still toke Visas

(Woah) Yo check how we kill em from da door (doh)

PAC DIV man we kill em with the flow (flow)

And I’m a fat boy so you know how it go

B-boy pose, chillin’ with uh

[Hook:]

Pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)

Pocket pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)

I’m a fat boy (yup), I’m a fat boy (yup)

I’m a fat boy (yup), I’m I’m a fat boy (yup)

Pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)

Poc-pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)

I’m a fat boy (yup), I’m a fat boy (yup)

I’m a fat boy (yup), I I’m a fat boy (yup)

[Verse 3: Likewise (Like)]

Yeah, you heard the hook right?

The new school fat boys, what it look like?

We spit rounds to ya beats for a good price

We crisp down to the sneaks, make you look twice

Look twice, won’t get a third time

See I’m from planet Mars, I’m not from Earth, I’m

Something different, I crash landed

This whack shit I’m seein’, I can’t stand it

You dudes rap like, they got a Mac, right?

Lip gloss be poppin’, better act right

I spit awesome, sick cough and crack light

The flow’s dope, though I never lived a trap life

Yeah, the fat boy I got my swag right

We never left, but it feels like we back, right?

PAC DIV in this bitch getchya facts right

3 in the front, 20 more in the back, like

[Hook:]

Pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)

Pocket pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)

I’m a fat boy (yup), I’m a fat boy (yup)

I’m a fat boy (yup), I’m I’m a fat boy (yup)

Pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)

Poc-pocket fulla paper, sneakers on my feet (woah)

I’m a fat boy (yup), I’m a fat boy (yup)

I’m a fat boy (yup), I I’m a fat boy (yup)

Woah, I’m a fat, fat, fat boy (woah)

I’m a fat (yup), fat boy (yup), slap (yup) dat PAC (yup)

I’m a fat (woah) fat boy, I’m a, I’m a (woah) I’m a fat boy (yup) boy, boy (yup)

I’m a fat boy slatch dat PAC boy (yup, woah, yup, woah) (huh, woah)

Pac Div Waves At The Prom

[Hook: Mibbs]

Waves at the prom, dame on my arm

Hundred dollar suit, I got the game in my palm

Wa-Waves at the prom, dame on my arm

Hundred dollar suit, I got the game in my palm

[Verse 1: Mibbs]

Uh, senior prom, when my mom and pops fell in love

Daddy had the all-white suit with the leather gloves

Momma had her hair done, like an angel from above

Grandmomma whispering, “I don’t want you hanging with no thugs

I like your date cause he flyer than a 12-piece

Orchestra with trombones and violins

Pick my baby up in a Caddy with the white-wall tires

And the waves in his hair made us drown at the sight of him

Whoosh, like Leviathan, sporting wave grease

Had the girls on him like fresh meat in a lion’s den

He taking flicks, looking as hot as a liquid nitrogen

And if he don’t wanna king, than I guess you’ll have to fight with him

Mmm, excitement, nobody looks as nice as him

Told him “Drive safe, cause I heard that you just got your license, man.”

I know he real, and you gon’ have a great time

You’ll be fine, cause your date got waves at the prom.”

[Hook: Mibbs]

[Verse 2: BeYoung]

Since it’s Saturday evening, brought the homeboy’s Porsche

God, I hope I get that ass, since I bought Keisha this corsage

Open up the door, wide, push it to the floor, drive

Dax hair grease, brush my teeth with the fluoride

Tux with the.45, Jordans when he came back

Brushing since March, I didn’t have to wear a wave cap

Baby can you fade that? Ain’t no chaperons coming

My mama don’t, I been on it since the homecoming

Tonight’s the night, we gon’ turn you to a grown woman

Haircut, airbrush, watch me as I pose for ’em

[Hook: Mibbs]

[Verse 3: Like]

I got my tux on, I got my Chucks on

I got my deep wave spinning, I get my brush on

Diamonds in my cuff showing, tryna get my puff on

Belve in my foam cup, spike it with the Patron

I’m cool, I’m Aquafresh, and I confess, I’ve been fresh

Since junior high when I used to get my Dockers pressed, rock and guess

Never wore Footlocker sweats, I see you dog, I’m not impressed

Follow in my footsteps, I’ll be glad to show you proper steps

She know I be about mine, homies like, “About time”

Reigning from the west, but she be banging like the south side

She be hanging with her mouth wide open

When I roll up in that Rover with them alpines blowing

Yeah, posing with them bitches triple-label Polo pieces, not what he got

Call it horsepower when you’re Ralphy to the tube socks

Used to have a girl who we had up in that Duke Box

Now I got your girl jamming to me on a jukebox

[Hook: Mibbs]

Wassup, Wassup, Wassup, Wassup [x16]

Pac Div Gorgeous

[Pac Div:]

Hey gorgeous

I’m tryna get your attention

You’re listenin’ to what your girlfriends mention

They tell you that I got cruel intentions

But they don’t know me like that

They don’t know me like that

You tryna throw me shade so what up with you? (What up?)

I’m tryna put my bid in and hook it up with you (What up?)

So stop listenin’ to your friends who grew up with you (What up?)

Cause they don’t know me like that (Nah)

They don’t know me like that (Nah)

[Like:]

What up? Now how you doin?

It’s somethin’ ’bout the way you walk, I’m checkin’ out ya movements

It’s somethin’ bout the way you talk that got my mind tuned in

It’s more than tryna break you off and tryna start a union

Just me and you can, get acquainted

I know your girl Kimmy hatin’

At the house bored, startin’ shit for entertainment

She think I’m pimpin’, only in it for the penetration

Mad cause I make losers out the men she chasin’

To be sincere, it’s like I speak a different language

Cause when I say it’s from the heart, you insist it’s gamin’

I’m tryna do Christmas cards and the [?] vacation

Put the charge on credit cards and then skip the payments

You the reignin’, beauty pageant champion

Louis baggin’, fat rings, movie actress ass mean

You must’ve did the hurdles on your track team

You need to join my damn team

[Pac Div:]

Hey gorgeous

I’m tryna get your attention

You’re listenin’ to what your girlfriends mention

They tell you that I got cruel intentions

But they don’t know me like that

They don’t know me like that

You tryna throw me shade so what up with you? (What up?)

I’m tryna put my bid in and hook it up with you (What up?)

So stop listenin’ to your friends who grew up with you (What up?)

Cause they don’t know me like that (Nah)

They don’t know me like that (Nah)

[BeYoung:]

Aye, yo yo, what up with you?

I’m sayin’ wassup with you baby, can I get up with you?

Have a couple brews

Sit up and discuss with you how beautiful you are

And how I dream to make some love to you

I’m playin’, I’m sayin’ that you a special kind of lady friend

So radiant, the way you’re swayin’ it

Got me forgettin’ what to say again

Damn, uh, ‘scuse me, but uh, nah, nah, forget it

Check it, let’s get to sweet talk, sweetheart

I know you’re classy

So wassup with this attitude you throwin’ at me?

I’m tryna put my bid in, but you keep lookin’ past me

Look I ain’t ugly no more, I cleaned up my acne

And actually, your homegirls just mad we

Connect on a whole ‘nother level they can’t match, see

I feel our vibe could be special if you let it come naturally

Here, take down my number, just get at me

[Pac Div:]

Hey gorgeous

I’m tryna get your attention

You’re listenin’ to what your girlfriends mention

They tell you that I got cruel intentions

But they don’t know me like that

They don’t know me like that

You tryna throw me shade so what up with you? (What up?)

I’m tryna put my bid in and hook it up with you (What up?)

So stop listenin’ to your friends who grew up with you (What up?)

Cause they don’t know me like that (Nah)

They don’t know me like that (Nah)

[Mibbs:]

Look at Ms. Thing tryna deflate my ego

I’m workin’ overtime though it equates to zero

All because you listened to Nancy, what does she know?

She stuck me with the bad guy, roll like Al Pacino (Forreal)

Tellin’ you all I want is the ass, then dash

By bringin’ up what happened in my past like a TiVo

But she know and you know, that’s old news

I used to be a cold dude, until my passes got revoked

Now I got a clean slate, lookin’ for a date

To take to the award shows, not towards home plate

But once again, here comes another friend

Sayin’, “Girl, you shouldn’t put your trust in him!”

Like I’m a dog and they found somebody better for you

Can’t they go somewhere they ain’t got nothin’ better to do?

Besides bash me, cross, and get involved, baby darlin’

You have any questions at all, just ask ’em

[Pac Div:]

Hey gorgeous

I’m tryna get your attention

You’re listenin’ to what your girlfriends mention

They tell you that I got cruel intentions

But they don’t know me like that

They don’t know me like that

You tryna throw me shade so what up with you? (What up?)

I’m tryna put my bid in and hook it up with you (What up?)

So stop listenin’ to your friends who grew up with you (What up?)

Cause they don’t know me like that (Nah)

They don’t know me like that (Nah)

Pac Div Let Loose

[Chorus:]

Let loose

Put everything on a shelf

Let loose

I got my Hennessey and I see you got your grey goose and if they’re hating we don’t care what they do

Cause you’re sexy and you’re rocking

You’re sexy and I am watching

You’re sexy girl you’re rocking

You’re sexy and I am watching

Baby take a day off

Get yourself a backrub

Say bye to your manager

Say hi to your bathtub

Working all these long days

You forgot to ask of

Couple ton of pay you can’t even get your task of

Day time shit got you working to the bone

Just to find yourself doing more work when you’re home

Love just relax leave that work alone turn on the stereo

Work it to the song

[Chorus]

I do my thing like ding dong ditch

Please don’t trip

I know you ain’t my girl

But we don’t snitch

You know what happens next after 3 more zips that remmy turns you up…

Slow down

We can kick it on your off day

But we will never come back what will your boss say

It’s off the roof and shake them pictures out the hall way rolling up swisha’s got you smoking like em all day

[Chorus]

Where are my girls at

Where are my dimes at

You bad enough to keep a working man side tracked

You had a hard week

And you wanna hit the club and party some hard beats

And I ain’t made at you shout out to anklets and neck tattoos

Pretty feet hair smelling like pedale shampoo saving up so you can party in cancoon and send a bunch of necked pictures from the bathroom

That’s alright you know I love that shit you take the whole week off and you have fun with it, spontaneous, outrageous, a purse full of credit cards with the payments up

[Chorus]