[Erick Sermon and >>Parrish Smith]
Hanging out one Sunday night up at Grand
Yes, me and my man
>>Pee
Plus some fam
Walked in like we owned the joint, packin' the joints
Sound bangin'
It's Green, DJ on point
>>Straight to the V.I.P
Yo, Pee
>>Yo E, what you thinkin'?
Hennessey, what you drinkin'?
>>Goose
We can ball like people with bitches do
Like, I don't like Champagne, but bitches do
>>Ten minutes later: females walkin' up
>>To the Velvet Rope
(Let me clear my throat!)
Six come in, one in particular
Had a devilish grin
>>Shorty what's your name?
(Jane)
But she's bad as hell, smell ridiculous
Back of my mind, I'm thinkin' 'bout hittin' this
>>Yo, haircut like Keyshia Cole
>>Body like a stripper she belonged on a pole
She sat down right between P and I, like "Hi..."
Real moist: I know that voice
P tell me....
>>Oh know it couldn't be...
>>The J to the A to the N to the E
Open your cell phone up so I can see
Yup that's she
>>Up in N.Y.C
[??].... I head toward the bathroom
>>Yo E, you sweatin'
Good ... always one in the class room
>>A gold digger, she treats niggas like fast food
>>A Wu-Tang chick, she knows that Cash Rules
Play me? I'm a G
A pimp like Bishop "Don" Juan
[Jump king?], The Fonz
>>PMD, that's that bullshit I'm on
>>Never get played
>>No arcade, no games
>>No dame, P learned his lesson from Jane
>>What you see is what you get
>>That's why I stay in my lane
>>Cause the box will have you hemmed up, going insane
>>On some kiss-kiss shit, like Chris and T-Pain
So off we go, let the trumpets blow
Beware, from the J-to-the-A, she's a ho
