Tango

[Intro]
Uh.... This shit make a nigga wanna Bailar... [Laughs]

[Verse 1]
This shit sound like some bread is being made tonight
Fly wit me wit baby won't u take a flight
456 when I shake the dice
Nigga this was written knew spittin' would lead to riches now in position to make the price
You should know I'm nice mean with these flows
Sour Deez got me with the gangsta lean Clipse I throw
Then I roll up another game imma smother
These lames ain't in bed but they still undercover
Wonders I break bread with close friends and kinfolk
And take care of the fam some get rich and leave theirs still broke
Unless they deserve it like my crackhead uncle
See it now wild M's loving it I urge u
Try to breach my circle
Let that big Mac hurt you
Bullets fly then earth u
Nigga think he hercul-les
Please ain't no other option but get it
Hustle on Russell not crow come to bitches forget it
Parlay wit the Crew everything butta
Ha cheeks in one hand a spliff in the otha
She wanna fly to Maldives fuck til the sun up
She been good so shit it's a plan Know I'm gonna gun ha
Shit down, pour up another round of the clique-o
She move like a ridah fuck like a freak hoe
And understand I'm proficient with the aim come to grindin', rap, and dames
I go hard as this beat go