Squeeze

Squeeze!
Squeezin' on ya real niggas creepin' on ya

I got cream, some ganja trees
And fronto leaves
Honda bikes, diamond dykes, rubbin' me
Lovin' me
Don't let my seed hear this, cover her ears
Real shit no surrender, no fear, we pioneers
Of all this ice shit
Biscuit's, and tight whips, rims
Bangin' blends in the S-Class
Half a thousand
Slap pounds with cats who shot down shit
Real niggas who stay around chips
And down Cris sips of Henny chicks who
Bless you, finessin' it, professional
Slob with ice cubes, just like Vanessa do
Reppin Q, smoke amazing Thai
Shit that givin' you triple Asian eye
Yeah, bitch, a nigga stayin' fly
From tube socks and Timbs, to blue rocks
A Benz who got the ends?
The type'll make 2Pac
To all niggas who shine yes, who got revenge
I won't showboat, my flow choke you
And if it don't, the fo' fo'll smoke you
Left your seed reminiscin' on ya
MC's I'm pissin' on ya
Shine cause my chips are longer
It's gremlins I'm sic'n on ya
Shots your dodgin' while Esco could rock the
Whole fuckin' Garden
Real niggas always gon' play this shit