Head Over Wheels

I guess I troop, honey, what the scoop? You're kinda cute

Your man is John Recoup, same as my climbing boot

Blase blase blah, I'm not a star, I don't have a car

Fuck all the chatter, you cannot have the bra

Peep the framework, see if the game work

Heard she gave my man Hurt, the same dirt

on the same skirt, as the week passed; It's like

the freak fast, catchin whiplash when them Jeeps pass

Throw on the switch just to get rich; call you hon

before I bag it after that it's chickenhead bitch

I only got the digits when I met you; Tootsie had a Benz-y

boned your friends and got some head too

?? hoes, don't doze cause the mic goes

pop, when I rock all these silly psychoes

But that's another matter, this ain't a love chatter

So I can ?? rock and duck ?? rumps that's fatter

Like, I know we're slickin, right at the stoplight

Pulled the Jag up, you get bagged up like this was Shop-Rite

I guess it's all that, layin like doormats..peed

When I make this hit you try to catch me

I told her, ?nine-sixty years? all the papers near

Now I need me a gasmask til all these vapors clear

for hours, with all her powers just to see how

your Range Rover feel, on the real, that's head over wheels

[Chorus: G-Depp]

So what's the deal huh? Let's keep it real huh?

You like these wheels huh? Tell me how they feel huh?

Head over wheels huh...

... uhh, head over wheels huh, uhh

Yo honey bust it let's discuss it for a little bit

I know the middle stick, so GO HEAD with your little tits

A nigga rollin in the car from taggin, lookin tight ragged

On the night racket, concoctin Reeboks and the flight jacket

But that's OK cause when you play there's a price to pay

A small way, tend to hallways, twice a day

Don't front though, I make the flow through the gut slow

or the butt, ohh, made her scream like I struck gold

That's cold, better yet it's freezin, honey steady teasin

Tis the season for skeezin, no teasin just some heavy breathin

Hoe pros and when she blows, only heaven knows

No clothes, ohh! Got that fifty-four-eleven though

That trick, I guess I tricked for this pair of kicks

Just to gas em have her girlfriends askin can we share his dick

Divide it equally, and dick it frequently, they always beepin me

We do this secretly, so yeah don't speak to me

Get noid with Floyd, creep up the backstreet ain't that sweet

You don't see them hookers in this backseat

Time and time to get the bump n grind, I guess love is blind

Or he caught you in your eye with his brother's nine

I'd rather use my know of flicks, and the known face

Watch em plead just to get them keys on your court date

Hon Dawn got it goin on, since you're gone pal

Your man Shawn get the horn now, pow

[Chorus x2]

I lift this honey in the air, like no gravity

Cause of her thoughts, now she's in the porch of her sanity

So as you enter, since you commence to

play the roll you gon' play the coal in the winter

And if you get another fuck it, fuckin

no less than her circumfrence then I'm hosted in another bucket

I be the one to pass by ya with the cash kinda, crass

You still behind that ass in my Pathfinder

Tryin to front like she fond-of, niggaz and ganja

Til I pull ups-on-ja, wild, forget the menage-a-trois

in the car with Rhonda, hittin the tits

She smell herself, cause she sell herself like Honda's

These bitches is bugged, all thugged out

Cause I told her the ride was over GET THE FUCK OUT

Get your Lugz out and get to walkin, that's how the wind blows

Power windows so I can't hear the shit you talkin

You wanna drive stick, combine my prize with

chinky eyes with ?lilet? all that old fly shit

But wake up, without makeup, and get the clear view

Only place I'll be seein you is in the rearview

[Chorus x2]