Dirty Ginger Ale lyrics

[Production by Thelonious Martin]

[Verse 1]
I hit the barber, get a lineup
Throw stiff di*k in vagina, uh
Pull out of diners, toss packs out the Sonata
The gas pedal was clutched by the Pradas
All off the product, I'm blowing chips in the mall
I pray to ball until my number is called
I'm on a plane or selling drugs in a hall
Clubs, dimes getting f*cked in a stall
I took trips off of juggling raw
Back to the hood, smoke a bog- in the store
And many nights I made love to a whore
I place the call, topic is money, I wanted it all
Before the sun begin to fall, meet me at the [?]
The fifth floor room number 504
And when you get here just knock at the door
n*gga wake up, count money for the f*ck of it
Already know it's there but it's the love of it
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[Hook]
Slit neck of the goat, host the funeral on a boat, n*gga
Sip punch, big steaks, and big blunts
Pet human that do stunts, huh
You n*ggas runts, I got the chest of the ape
I ate the grapes as I made my escape, huh
Vanished in smoke, enemies throwing the yolk
n*gga, all for the love of the coke, uh
[Verse 2]
I look the judge right in the face
Sold dope and beat the case, n*gga
Lawyer paid, vacation it was taken in the shade
This the life of a man who got it made, uh
I sport the diamond studded black crown
Enter the spot without the pat down, uh
Firearms make you big n*ggas back down
The drink was poured, Willie Hutch sang in the background
I'm just a product of my story
Been mimicked since I was a shorty, uh
Become one with the Baby .40
If I go out, it's in a blaze of glory, n*gga
We in the streets still sinning
b*tch n*ggas died and the world kept spinning
I'm rocking linen, pop the wine cork off the yacht
n*gga, all for the love of the rock, n*gga

[Outro]
Still f*ck you n*gga
Smack your f*ckin' lunch tray out your f*ckin' hand
You f*ckin' vegetable lasagna ass n*ggas, f*ck outta here
All you n*ggas is motherf*ckin' food n*gga
You n*ggas is motherf*ckin' fried rice n*gga
f*ck that sh*t n*gga