Choose Up

This a Bay Area to LA thang [Verse 1: Berner] Crazy girls love me, it's crazy, I love 'em too She wanna choose me? Well, she know what she gotta do Throw me a few dollars, put a spot in your name Before I let her suck me off, she went an bought me a chain I'm from the Bay Area, you know I play with her mental Wouldn't duck a phone call when she back on her menstrual But she did, and got my name tatted on her tits I make baby put to bed and she just took a piss Bitch, yeah I'm dope like a coke block Call them bitch, smoke, post it up where the hoes watch Yeah, they keep my name in their mouth 'Cause I pull up late night and I play wit' they mouth [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Bet she gon' choose up, choose up, choose up, choose up on me 'Cause I'm like she [?] Said she wanna do better 'Cause she gon' choose up, choose up, choose up, choose up on me She's up like she knew better, said she wanna do better [Verse 2: DJ Quik] That player Berner, he's with guy who is a former permer Green curlers, tan khakis, baby, Ike Turner Pimp party actin' real naughty, hittin' bodied The Svengali on the city trolley The freeway series got the bitch leery Then they tell her it's Quik and bein' I'm the chick's cherry, yeah I wanna split it down the middle, lick it down a little I wanna make it hurt a little, make it squirt a little Now we backstage, front page Up days, smoke haze, broke days, no way Your feelins they be so brittle, my game'll be so fertile And you can't find my heart just like you can't find Lisa Turtle, milk carton Still startin' somethin', water in my cell garden Still gotta [?] like a real robin [?], I keep her pussy throbbin' I gave [?] up, [?] eyes up [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Bet she gon' choose up, choose up, choose up, choose up on me 'Cause I'm like she [?] Said she wanna do better 'Cause she gon' choose up, choose up, choose up, choose up on me She's up like she knew better, said she wanna do better [Verse 3: Berner] Yeah, somethin' 'bout my city made me hungry as hell I never had a bag I didn't sell, they want me in jail I'm too fresh for 'em, you see the fit on me? She wanna crawl in my bed and let it drip on me She smoke with me too, break the Henney out I got her all out the windows with her titties out If she don't give me no action, I should cut my wrists I got a call from the big homie, DJ Quik He said she's backstage, too drunk Halfway dressed, lookin' she fresh off a backpage My life is a movie with a red cam All the drugs got me feelin' like a dead man I'm on the freeway with a big ass bag Doin' one-fifty in my brand new Jag Yeah, I love California and the way I could leave All the women and the weed and this money for me [Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] Bet she gon' choose up, choose up, choose up, choose up on me 'Cause I'm like she [?] Said she wanna do better 'Cause she gon' choose up, choose up, choose up, choose up on me She's up like she knew better, said she wanna do better