Quarterback

[Mr. Kee]<br /> Boy I stay saved out like a playa should<br /> Nigga don`t smash out to a whole `nother hood<br /> Late night, plane flight<br /> With a quart of G`s<br /> Black-N-Brown, Ryda Thugz<br /> Keep it all to the good mayne<br /> Still colla poppin`<br /> Still feddy clockin`<br /> Gotta keep this shit knockin`<br /> Cuz me and Beesh be known for flossin`<br /> Game tight stitch like a brand new fit<br /> Like a drop top cad<br /> With an all chrome kit<br /> Top notch bitch who will low-cat trip<br /> Gotta treat `em all the same<br /> Get `em off my dick<br /> Shiftin` the fifth<br /> And shake them haters<br /> Cuz they be doin` too much<br /> It`s Mr. Kee straight up out the bay<br /> Wit soldiers ready to bust<br /> But the ruger keep rudely<br /> Spittin` slugs be hittin`<br /> Tryin` to act hard<br /> But your sharp as a kitten<br /> Cup cake nigga<br /> Fake ass wigga<br /> West Side Ryda stays unforgiven<br /> Women and cash<br /> But the past ain`t my style<br /> Spinnin` out of control<br /> Like I`m diggin` my own grave<br /> But I get paid<br /> Gotta stay thugged up to this lifestyle<br /> <br /> Chorus: [Baby Beesh]<br /> Cuz I`m a quarterback<br /> I smoke a quarter sack<br /> Bash-a-reeny fettuccine<br /> Mayne I told you that<br /> Cuz I`m a quarterback<br /> I smoke a quarter sack<br /> Bash-a-reeny fettuccine<br /> Mayne I told you that<br /> Ugh get your gritz on<br /> Get your gritz on, boy get your gritz on<br /> Get your gritz on, get your gritz on<br /> Playboy get your gritz on<br />