Dirty Ginger Ale - Retch

I hit the barber, get a lineup

Throw stiff dick 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 fucked 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

Nigga wake up, count money for the fuck of it

Already know it’s there but it’s the love of it

Like

Slit neck of the goat, host the funeral on a boat, nigga

Sip punch, big steaks, and big blunts

Pet human that do stunts, huh

You niggas 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

Nigga, all for the love of the coke, uh

I look the judge right in the face

Sold dope and beat the case, nigga

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 niggas 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, nigga

We in the streets still sinning

Bitch niggas died and the world kept spinning

I’m rocking linen, pop the wine cork off the yacht

Nigga, all for the love of the rock, nigga

Still fuck you nigga

Smack your fuckin' lunch tray out your fuckin' hand

You fuckin' vegetable lasagna ass niggas, fuck outta here

All you niggas is motherfuckin' food nigga

You niggas is motherfuckin' fried rice nigga

Fuck that shit nigga