Warehouse District

[Intro: *sample*]
"'We're not asking you to wear a wire, we're not asking you to testify. We just want information.'
'What if I say no?'
'If you say no, you'll be placed under arrest, and charged with possession and intent to distribute cocaine, a charge that carries with it a penalty of up to 25 years in prison.'
'Oh my God'
'After you make bail you can explain why you brought an undercover federal agent into his home during Sunday dinner.'
'We'll probably never hear about it though-' 'oh my God'- 'and you can just disappear'"

[Verse 1: Loe Pesci & Osa]
She keeps the firearm right beside the tiger balm
Point blank period, baby got your back
She had the grape-wine windbreaker
Had her Timbs tailored, burgundy red like rib flavours
Fourth-floor jumpy in the warehouse district
For chunky cookie cake, we air out biscuits
Turn cooking shows into Paramount pictures
Swimmin' upstream, got some rare trout wit' us
Take her aboard but we fishin' for sport so
Fall back like we ditchin' your corpse
A chef hat and a apron that say somethin' slick
Oven mitts to cover grips 'cause they dust for prints
So if you grippin' nines and committin' crimes
Like The Revolution, never leave prints behind
'Cause that yellow tape ain't a finish line
Y'all baby mommas Adriannas and they singin' like

[Chorus: *sample* & Loe Pesci & Osa]
"Oh, oh"
And they be singing like
"Oh, oh"

[Verse 2: Osa]
She keeps the firearm right beside the tiger balm
Point blank period, baby got your back
She never bitches about scrubbin' the dishes
She just brushed her teeth and she can't fuck with citrus
Fresh squeezed lemonade, waiting for a king
'Bout to flee with the dowry and play him for the ring
Let her, whip the coupe though your steering is better
Honey brown 911 call her, Tia Carrere
The premium leather sticks to her skin in the summer
She hits you up on the burner but you ain't give her the number
Yet you thinkin' youse a pimp's the oldest trick in the game
And she was raised in the wild, she prolly live in the same
Same style as her momma, she got attention to gain
So the fat lady singing'll prolly mention your name
She'll sell you out like "this is business, this is life"
Y'all baby mommas Adriannas and they singin' like

[Chorus: *sample* & Loe Pesci & Osa]
"Oh, oh"
And they be singing like
"Oh, oh"
And they be singing like
"Oh, oh, yeah
Yeah, no no no no no
Yeah, yeah
Ooh
Ooh