One - Scarface

Sittin' at the stoplight, looking at hoes

Peeping out this bitch in her black Girbauds

Windows rolled up tight, top was closed

Blowing Swisher Sweet smoke out my nose

Open up the door and asked the bitch, «What's up?»

Lookin' at me crazy, I’m like, «Bitch what’s up?»

She asked about my woman, I said «My woman at home»

I asked about her nigga, she said her nigga was gone

I got my pencil and got the digits and things

And after three or four days, I gave that bitch a ring

We started talking and I dropped some shit

Gave her some game and now I got that bitch

Now she wants to give your homie some ass

But it’s just one question I got to ask

Can you…

One (Bring your boy a bottle of wine)

Two (Don't forget the papers this time)

Three (Go to Joe’s and pick up a dime)

And four of the finest bitches that your ass can find

Can you, one (Bring your boy a bottle of wine)

Two (Don't forget the papers this time)

Three (Go to Joe’s and pick up a dime)

And four of the finest bitches that your ass can find

I called my homie, told my homie «It's on»

Gotta few hoes that wanna moan and groan

They on they way I just hung up the phone

And we gon' be like Marvin Gaye, nigga, gettin' it on

But you gots to keep your head right

And make these bitches feel at home

'Cause these bitches got they head tight

And furthermore, they bringin' weed

Just kick back, nigga, follow my lead

One (Bring your boy a bottle of wine)

Two (Don't forget the papers this time)

Three (Go to Joe’s and pick up a dime)

And four of the finest hoes that your ass can find

One (Bring your boy a bottle of wine)

Two (Don't forget the papers this time)

Three (Go to Joe’s and pick up a dime)

And four of the finest bitches that your ass can find

Hung up the horn and the hoes arrived

Three tight young tenders, them hoes was live

Rolled herself a woola, told her «Fade me, troop»

Cock bustin' at the seams of her Daisy Dukes

Ass fatter than a motherfuckin' quarter horse

Ready to take one of these bitches to the slaughterhouse

Got my shirt over my dick 'cause it’s hardened to fuck

Hoes eyes getting red, now they wantin' to fuck

It’s about time to put the game in attack

Tapped her, told her bring «ol' what’s her name» in the back

Got 'em in my room, about to hop in the tub

My homie walked in, «Show your partna some love»

Told my homie put it down, we finna act a fool

The ho said, «Cool, hop yo ass in the pool

I wanna polish up your tool»

But it’s just one thing before you do

Can you…

One (Bring your boy a bottle of wine)

Two (Don't forget the papers this time)

Three (Go to Joe’s and pick up a dime)

And four of the fattest Swishers that your ass can find

Can you, one (Bring your boy a bottle of wine)

Two (Don't forget the papers this time)

Three (Go to Joe’s and pick up a dime)

And four of the fattest Swishers that your ass can find

Can you, one (Bring your boy a bottle of wine)

Two (Don't forget the papers this time)

Three (Go to Joe’s and pick up a dime)

And four of the fattest Swishers that your ass can find

Can you, one (Bring your boy a bottle of wine)

Two (Don't forget the papers this time)

Three (Go to Joe’s and pick up a dime)

Act a fool… uh!