Lyrics:

[Cam:] What up boy, boy? [Guy:] Ain't nothin' boy, boy, it's good in the hood [Cam:] What's poppin' boy, boy? [Guy:] A lot of these cats fakin' jacks boy, boy My man Smit' over hear, he's got somethin' on his mind [Cam:] 'Sup Smitty? [Guy:] This kid Smitty is acting a little silly right now, boy, boy He don't understand this is real in the hood boy, boy [Cam:] Why you ain't smack boy, boy? [Guy:] Well he got somethin' on his mind, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm tryin' show a little love to him boy, boy, he need to understand I'm tryin' let 'em live boy, boy, this is real ya' understand? You need to stop playin' with me like that boy, boy [Cam:] Yeah, I'm a holla at nigga, boy, boy [Verse 1] Cops bagged me one night, looking for the blow Wen't from Bronxhouse to bookings, bookings to the show From the show to the crib, to the kitchen cookin' Os Kitchen to the car, to the street lookin' for Hos Lookin' for hos, to straight up baggin' one From my game in her brain, ain't no wagon, hun (Ain't no wagon bitch) From the wagon, garage to the house Dinnin' room, kitchen, kitchen to the couch Couch to the bedroom, my dick's in her mouth Bedroom to front door, this bitch getting out (See ya') Front door, to 'You know where the Jacuzzi is?' Dress cooley, but usually the Coogi kid, bouchie kid Tell ya boo-bee, a doo-bee did She a houchie groupie Cooley is Who am I? Come on, can't be for-reala Went from Cam to Killa, killa to scrilla, Gorilla From killa to Sky-Scrappers, from sky-scrappers High papers, that's my nature Do five you now, y'all die later Come to your wake, look at you; 'Hi hater' From the wake to l