(feat. Precise) [Precise] I wanna be your cool thang [VERSE 1: Baby Bash] B-b-b-baby come put, kick me down Not money, honey, just some lovin Lovin
gain weight for the style I unleash, parner Chezski, Rube, herm-, Baby Beesh, partner - fingers in the gat- partner Whole album, check out the sound, partner So mister - Potna Deuce
with my peoples [CHORUS x2: all] Yeah, dat's my potna, doe Yeah, yeah, dat's my potna, doe Yeah, yeah, dat's my potna, doe Yeah, yeah, dat's my potna
every time my snap spills I aim to have my own, duke Everything that I need in a month or two So now you feel the pressure when you spot funk Potna Deuce
Short stop, they caught me with my running mates I gotta watch for the lead shot Sucker fools tryin to stop us goin top notch And let Potna Deuce ride
would I save a hoe for the drawers "Can't we all get along" was the question That they shot to the blacks and the Mexicans Answer came back like this, potna
Girl, I don't love you [CHORUS 1] You know you gotta be paid If you wanna come jump in my Kool-Aid [VERSE 1: Baby Beesh] I'm from Vallejo, California
respect for the muthafuckin po-po) [VERSE 1: Baby Beesh] I'm feelin tight, so tight when the funk's on hit, potna Playa down like Pimpy Slick, potna
nuts dangle So don't violate or I'ma prosecute I'm treatin you tramp bitches like prostitutes Tramp bitch, and that's the truth Tramp bitch, it's Potna Deuce
I starts on the bottom, but ends up in the back of her Hittin them, gettin them nice and juice Young Beesh in the house from Potna Deuce Yeah, and no
the game straight fold Never me when I'm comin, though Filthy in the trenches when I'm way towed So find me on the tracks spittin high-strung Potna Deuce
