Setup

[Produced by DJ Preservation] [Verse 1] 85 on 95, blasting shit from '94, flooring it Pimp interior decoring it Fuzzy dice, plus we nice And my peoples' cousin in the backseat with the custom ice Breaking dutches with the butterknife We busted in the club like we Busta's gang Bust a gang of dudes looking at us But you's Topanga from Boy Meets World Animated like manga, then boy meets girl I caught his eye as if he threw his retina Dress style regular, smile that beckoned ya Kicked it like you Posh Spice and David Beckham bend ya Wind around the conversation, I could get into ya Said his pops from India, moms was Dominican First generational, grandma New Guinean Brought a Trini girl up in the club with him but then again She acting like a whore, dancing dirty, grinding many men Henny in her, Fendi on her They spending on her, buying her drinks comma I said, "You know they only coming on to her Cause later they'll be cuming on her" He's loving the persona They started playing 80's Madonna Now I don't give a fuck about this club Do the white girl two-step to "Borderline" or "Burning Up" I turn on the charm now He's putting his arm 'round We calm down, dancing slower to DeBarge now [Interlude] [Verse 2] He whispers that he got the Escalade out front I wanna be out but chill, pause For real, I might think about it, think about it And for the first time, peeped his neck gleaming Like he's got a rink about it The shit don't matter Looked at his Timbs jacked up like, eh, something don't stack up I must adjourn to the restroom; man, I'll return soon Motioned to my people, let's move Guess who stepped up blocking my path? All puffed up rocking a glass back and forth Neck moving like she doing the snake Yvette nameplate shifting like she boosting the brakes Now hold up -- bitch is freaking the fuck out If she don't stop, man, she gon' get snuffed out I don't use the word usually, bitch -- fine But it's brutally honest that I'm using it this time And now I'm standing with my hand in the Atlas pose Perfectly still, smirk on my grill She thinks I'm by myself But I will murder death kill her if she touch me Visions of this whole club rushing me Homegirl stand back, ready to thump Niggas stay in back of her like, "That's the one!" Awww shit, this whole party was a setup I shoulda known, you shoulda known, we shoulda known better But then-a she got her crew backing her up, shit Attracting the public, chatting like they rapping on dub shit I look to the right to the bar, saw my homie Standing with the bottle, tucking it with a scarf She caught my eye, nodded quick Leaned back, right fist, uppercutted on the Trini bitch And ducked down like I was running with Black Moon Saw the Molotov fly by, we evacuated the back room Oh Lordie, raced across the parking lot Post-mortem or living, don't know what shorty got Heart beating, we in the car speeding, sitting quiet Tell my peoples like, "Yo, I think I'm bleeding" Man, whatever [Hook] Fucking with niggas, you get set up So dudes, know a sheisty bitch, man, you should dead her Fuck all that wild shit, just pass me the liquor Da na na na na, da na na na na It goes, fucking with dudes, you get set up So niggas, know a wild shorty, man, you should dead her So fuck all that wild shit, just pass me the liquor Da na na na na, da na na na na