Doin' 90 on the highway
Not a strand blow, in the tan Lambo
Me and my bro Rambo,
I got a call from my homie Ross
He sell the Grey Poupon, down in Tucson, no coupons
He said, remember them three niggas from the gym
The tall one was kinda slim, had the tilted brim
I said, yeah, them punk niggas better watch they back
Ever since they hit Isaiah for them couple stacks
And he said, all them niggas goofy
Plus I talked to Ricky, Nicky, seen him at the movies
One of them had a kufi
Anyway, Ricky told me Nicky said she think they gay
They gon' be down at the telly later
You know the one down on the rooftop, where Moose got shot?
Yeah, yeah, they did him dirty, man, permanent freeze
But we can hit them niggas each for like 30 a piece
I got a party invitation (word)
I only got one, but I'ma go and make some copies (word)
You go get Isaiah and just meet me in the lobby
We gon' crash the party
Smile up in they face and take everything
Alright, give me like two hours
And then them niggas ours
Stop looking so guilty
I can't help it, we're not even supposed to be here
But nobody knows that we have an invite, just chill
We look out of place
We don't look out of place, it's black tie
You're wearing a fur coat, in Arizona
It's 60 degrees outside, look, she in a fur too
Yo, yo, who's that white man?
Shit, play the cut, yo, play the cut
Gentlemen, (this is bad), your invitations please
Yes, yes, hi
Right this way, thank you
We hit the party, it was smoky the bear
So much weed in the air, it was coke everywhere
And them niggas from the gym, they was stuntin
The one cat, his name Reese, he had Isaiah's Jesus piece
So Isaiah disappeared right on schedule
He took the other nigga to a back room
And Ross got Reese, yo, they was smilin' at each other
Over by the food and drinks,
The last dummy was the tall one, slim in a three-piece
I walked by like I didn't see
He said,
Excuse me, I don't usually say this to no guy
But you're pretty in the face, and you thick as Black Chyna
Said, meet me on the balcony in seven
And eight minutes later, I pistol whipped him with a nine
I made him slide up off the green, tied up his hands and feet
Then here come Isaiah with the car keys
Ayo, we got to go, Ross killed that nigga Reese (what?)
He hemmed them up in the coat room with my Jesus piece (yo we got to go)
The other cat in the closet seat
Didn't wanna do it, but I had to shoot him
I don't think nobody heard, plus I emptied out the safe
I got the jewels and the furs
That's my word
Man ain't nobody tell you to shoot him
It was the only way, how was I gonna get out of there
Can we focus on the road please?
Shut up, Ross!
The whole city gonna be looking for us now
Thanks to that fur coat, we ain't gonna be too hard to find