ZooWee Mama

[Intro]
(This shit gon' be crazy, Jack)
Come on
(Thanks, Yakree)
Okay

[Chorus]
Nigga, I might go and Dior my bitch out today
Doctor fucked up on her BBL, throw her ass away
I know a nigga that rapped for ten years, he still ass today
Nigga, you might as well just stop

[Verse]
Nigga, if I'm on the block, bet a hundred I'm with Rock
Wear your protector on this bitch, bro keep a hundred in his chop
I know how it feel down there, so I just one up to the top
Man, I been hittin' hoes, just go ask my mama
My left wrist like Frozone, my neck on zoo-wee mama
You got the cheese touch, back back, bitch you got ugly problems
Niggas wishin' they was me, man, you don't want these problems
You ain't got this swag, nigga, you ain't worth them dollars
You don't keep no mag, nigga, you ain't bust no collars
Can't take the hood out me, we in LA, still eatin' McDonalds
They askin' me why I started rappin', I just went and found it
I hit so many niggas' bitches, as crazy as that sounded
I done got some weak head, but the pussy astoundin'
Just threw a twenty in the strip, forgot to tip the bouncer
It look like Sketchers on my feet and my shirt Public Housing
My nigga Five got a chop, it's 'bout knee-high
Niggas don't start problems with us, nigga, and you see why
This type of gas I'm smokin' on'll make a bee fly
She irritatin', I can't be 'round her 'less I be high

[Chorus]
Nigga, I might go and Dior my bitch out today
Doctor fucked up on her BBL, throw her ass away
I know a nigga that rapped for ten years, he still ass today
Nigga, you might as well just stop