Sweet Potato Pie

It's like this: I'm that guy, you're so fly Gotta get a piece of that sweet potato pie I'm that guy, you're so fly Gotta get a piece of that sweet potato pie First Verse: Now the way of today with the homies is straight Gettin' fucked up off the dank, CHRONIC Bud, What, ever you want to call it It's peace to you fuckin' alcoholics, for Makin' the proper remedy Cause when I hit it, bitches envy me You say you want wine? Yeah I guess that's fine But thai is the sky when you talkin' about mass Now my thai got a friend named Gin Got me all straight now my dick won't bend Now I'm fucked for the rest of the night Unless I find a piece of ass whether it's loose or tight Now looka here looka here I done found a bitch Yummy for the dick, Jelly mix in the switch Save that shit cause I don't want to be your man Just need a little loosin', do you understand? Chorus: My mind's fucked up off chocolate thai Hit the gin shop now I'm so high Now I need a bitch that's proper and fly So break me off a piece of that sweet potato pie (2x) Second Verse: Thinkin' about what I'm gonna do today Party at my homies bout eight I thought about goin' to the movies But ain't nothin' like a bunch of proper ass hoochies Dressed like a player can't wear nothin' less Some simple ass shit, even if it ain't Guess Hit a couple of shots and now I roll to the spot Bitches straight peepin' want to know what I got, well One, two, three, Here comes the D Pass me the rotor....WHEW WEE!!!! And now I'm ready for you bitches So gang a dick licker, do you get the picture? And so much love for y'all gals And peace, love, and pussy to my muthafuckin' pals And ay, yai, yai, I'ma stay high And keep me a piece of that sweet potato pie Chorus Third Verse: The fellas want to have a barbeque tonight, I think it's on about five They say it's gonna have plenty dazzey duks, and Les says it's gonna be live So I'ma gonna grab me a plate of soup, cause ain't not a damn thing changed And now I'm proper when fly and shit, but man do I feel strange So I'ma go down to the liquor store, and find my friend named Gin And go to the girl with the flyest thai, and break her off a proper twin And now it's time to make some shit, and look for the proper niece And run a little game on the P.Y.G., and tell it to her somethin' like this: Chorus (2.5x)