The Morning After

[Verse One] What up gangstress? My head pounding like a mugg Been at the bar all night, you know, chopping it up By the third or fourth cup of Hennessy I was bent And now I'm glad about my past relationships again But ahhh I got off to thinking 'bout us People's Park, Venice Beach, New York City and stuff Your red pumps to your Vans, my shank in your bag Put my hand in your hands because my airplane land Go act through the town over the bridge to your house In a 4-1-5, sucker free, no doubt I fucked up being right there when I should've been here Now right there's a regret and you the truth my dear I ain't gon' fuck this up I swear Now I dare for the girl who let's me keep her pistol under my chair I wear my Dodger fitted just to see your face pout But I love it when you smile and flash the gold in your mouth And I... [Hook] {x4} I love it when you love me like this I love it when you love me like... [Verse Two] Let me kiss your tattoo, put my arm around your waist Put your [?] lips up on my [?] ass face On my side of the bed Go 'head punch me in the stomach when I push you off the edge Mama was a rolling stone Bucky up when he hear that raspy tone on the phone On the road when I'm out I know it's hard on your heart Late sessions out recording, keep us always apart Off the Bart, Balboa Park, Brazil or Madrid We can chill in the crib, hit club Milk or club Six Or just sit, light up a swish, my girlfriend Chris Miss L.A. on a song, gon' play for our kids I'm still a little hung over and a lot more sober This the morning after, I'm just happy that I know ya And I never take for granted that you here with me now And I'm reminded when you smile and flash the gold in your mouth And I... [Hook] [Verse Three] My ghettoized eyes find I'm hypnotized by [?] My lover my reminder why I need me a rider Why I need you right beside a man who fights for our country Because you come from where I'm from You organize just like me No sleep till Brook-nam If it's me and you, I'm cool wherever I put my foot on My biggest fan my supporter, my endorser my friend Buckle up, stomp it back, we at it again The journalist that'll document the struggle we in And if you need with the speed, I'll put a fist to a chin L bombs on the L.O.V.E. hater movement I'll be there for you to help you with whatever you in You got a soldier home girl, best believe Who get sad every time I pack my things up and leave When the Feds come knocking on the door of your house I know you ain't gonna show 'em any of the gold in your mouth [Hook]