The Nana Song

[Verse 1] Tell me why my dimes look pregnant That niggas know that my connect Mexican Hoes with light complexion little to no melanin Smoking on the purple the herbal is so elegant Intelligent bitches from college that study medicine Drop it in they face like visine medicine In your hood liquor store, cop a slice of pizza Skinnys on playing with the rockets like Ariza Nigga don't confuse it, think it's just music Niggas think hip hop is book-bags and chew-sticks Fiends out front beg for change for our rows Ain't talking about flowers let 'em hold a couple dollars It's like it's Catch Phrase, roll a sack of haze Fuck tomorrow dog, we ain't promised today So tell me what's the reason these niggas eating I feel like the whole damn industry teasing [Sample] [Verse 2] I used to cop a nick bag and pull two out it Man, these rap niggas jewelry looking too cloudy Sitting in the Audi, L.A. at the do over Throwing up the middle finger yelling "Fuck Oprah" You in the hood nigga, trying to get your buzz up I'm at the Standard nigga, two bitches with they tops up And watch 'em treat each other like the buffet While you doing calling orders at the Coney Hoes say the dick so huge That you can package pre-orders up through the roof So keep sleeping on me, I'mma wake up with your bitch Rolling over, asking her "Know how to make grits?" Nigga I'm the shit, so homie don't piss me Eat pussy so good, none of my hoes kiss me Lick your bitch or I'mma be eating The next time you call that ho a be teasing like