Num Num Juice

[* Man talking *] Yeah, go on pour ya partner some of that there [* Pouring] Oh boy, yeah hold on not too much not too much Right there, yeah see that's that num num juice (Num num num) Yeah that'll have a motherfucker on his back So quick (Num num num) see you gotta sip sip with this shit here (Num num num) Cause it'll have ya ass out of commission Oh boy (Num num num) [E-40] I'm perkin' drunk about a half a liter Liquor stains all over my cut white woman beater Fuck Johnny Law, that's the po-po Outta my body ridin' solo folo, solo folo Burpin' gurpin' girpin' swirvin' swirve In my car, rockin' the burgandy Excursion Music hummin' pedestrians think glossy glossy You can see yourself in my paint, I'm so damn flossy Serious about my thuggin' Had to pinch myself but I couldn't feel nothin' Uh uh I'm pissy y'all Cause I been drinkin' out a straw Uh uh can't tell me shit Feelin' my cherry beeper on my hip On my way to see my reala, she hella sprung Good with her daddy, she like it when I'm num num [Chorus] We often num num (Num num num) Ya know you want some (Num num num) (I'm hella keyed and I'm perkin' off that num num num) We often num num (Num num num) But you can't get none (Num num num) (I'm hella keyed and I'm perkin' off that num num num) [Suga T] You play the role, get outta line you out the door You want more, I make ya head to the liquor store One night I sinned but I wasn't sleepin' My video was rotatin' but I was creepin' Off that num num juice, they was watchin' me That night you was liable to see anything I was too hot to drop, my twat was on pop The pimpin' don't stop, long grain till I drop [D-Shot] I got fifteen numbers one night And I don't even remember what then hoes looked like I must have been drunk out my motherfuckin' mind I took two to the house And then I put my dick in they mouth I remember doin' two but it looked like I was doin' eight In which I was gettin' raped I woke up the next morning with the rubber still on But all a nigga's shit was gone [Chorus] [B-Legit] I'ma tailgate fanatic Barbecues with rowdy crews I'm manic First round genuine draft pick I crack the bottle, sippin' on some Sapphire swallow Insides hollow, niggas like follow me wrong Two or three pints to the dome, now I'm on Gone with the wind, clothes sweaty Cover up the liquor, hoes ready Niggas bet that nigga B he hella over But I'm sober, I runs like a Range Rover Or a Nova, 68 O.G In Guatemala, know they can't fuck with me Act real bad like a Raider fan Rather argue or fight than understand But I'm the man, really am tell the truth I'm hella keyed perkin' off that num num juice [Chorus x2] [E-40 to fade] I'm hella keyed and I'm perkin' off that num num num (Num num num)