Lyrics:

I only spit what I know 'cause I'm sick with the flow
I might let my hair grow and start pickin' my fro
This is for the thugs on the dance floor sippin' on mo'
Tryin fight the bouncers up before you gettin' it though
Two minutes to go 'till I start rippin' the show
But only, two minutes ago I was hittin' the jo
So was it, two minutes ago or two minutes mo'
I don't know either way she got two minutes to blow?
Oh, you started it you betta finish it
Why you actin' like my dick won't touch your ribs through your throat
Yeah I said it, and you can finish the quote
I'm dyin' to rock it, but why you smell like a fish on a boat
I'm slick with the shit you think I'm lickin' your toes
Smell me comin' when I stick my big dick in your nose
I skipped little league went straight to the pros
Ask anybody in these fifty states they know

East coast where you at
West side where you at
All the people in the front let me hear you holla back
Blaze a sack - holla back
Spend a stack - holla back
Feelin that let me know and just - holla back
Up North what you want
Dirty South what you want
All my people in the back let me hear you holla front
Roll a blunt - holla front
Gettin' drunk - holla front
If you whipped out that dump let me hear you - holla front

It's double R, I'm the pick of the litter
With a flip of my zipper
Cinderella will give up her slipper
Each bag will be sold to the highest bidder
Goin once, goin' twice, goin' to the flyest sista
I just wrapped a bag of groupies
One got mad tried to bolt (would 'ya do it again) absolutely
You know me, I'm just tryin to show these clowns
I got homies that got homies that'll hold me down
Keep my verses extra tight, who's the next to bite
I could to a song in the morning, give it to Flex tonight
Which one of y'all broads wanna have sex tonight
Whatever direction my erection is pointin at, right?
'But Jin, didn't you rhyme about sex in your first verse?'
Yeah, and I'll probably do it again in the third verse
Third single third album soundtrack to my third movie
Come on sing the hook while I'm fuckin' my third groupie

East coast where you at
West side where you at
All the people in the front let me hear you holla back
Blaze a sack - holla back
Spend a stack - holla back
Feelin that let me know and just - holla back
Up North what you want
Dirty South what you want
All my people in the back let me hear you holla front
Roll a blunt - holla front
Gettin' drunk - holla front
If you whipped out that dump let me hear you - holla front

Come on the track like 'ay' - ay
Your little homie Jin got somethin' to say - say, what's that?
I can't forget about the bay - bay
Compton, Crenshaw, East LA
Inglewood, South Central don't play (play
Where they stay smokin' up all day - day
But son, back on the east, that's where we be wil'in'
BX, BK, Q-boro to Shaolin
And in Manhattan it's a problem
All the way from Chinatown up to Harlem
I can't forget about the South
That's where I'm from
Don't come around frontin', if you ain't got no guns
All my strippers in Miami lemme hear you holla back
And 'em shorties in ATL screamin' 'Where them dollars at?'
No matter where you from I got love for the streets
North, South, West, East, Jin says 'Peace'