[M. Sayyid]
Hey yo this theme wasn't a dream
I'm dead ass no lean
It started with this chick who
moved in thirteen
I started hearin' a knock
at four o clock am
Started hearin' a flock of
high heels pop across the hall
I'm sayin' yo what the
fuck' through the peep hole
Seen some people tippin' the lab
chicks I mean
Badass kiko smack you off your ego
Out to eat go but chill,
here's the sequel
I mean here's the meet yo
Takin out the garbage on
the creep yo
The door opened up a voice
said 'nice to greet you'
I played the low, noddin,
half lookin in the room
Til I seen what was cookin,
ooh (oh, shit)
Another chick rockin a bra
Watchin tv holdin keys to a car, boom
Now I'm definitely not lookin,
yo I gotta loom
The chick at the door said
their gonna party til noon
As the light from the moon
hit the hall wall
She talked a little, wigglin her middle
Gigglin like she had plans to fiddlin
Focus not shooken
Sayin she just moved up from
from brooklyn (word?)
Wasn't really tooken,
wasn't really lookin
Yeah, whatever, whatever, well
Welcome to white planes,
you stacked with a tight frame
Wanna smash (errr) whiplash
in the right lane
Man, not a nice game
She laughed,
asked me if I knew mike zane in fifteen
I was like 'ummm, not really, no'
'Well, I know he's got that blow'
I was like 'oh'
Took a picture of that body in my mind,
yo
Then it was time to go
Cause I wasn't tryin to get
caught up in the snow
Picked up the trash bag, time to break yo
Next morning woke up to
a fuckin stage show
Seven squad cars, DEA
Three shepherds and
snitches that sing like Stevie J
For that green,
cause those chicks in thirteen
Were undercover strain an
d busted mike zane
With twenty six ounces
of pure cocaine