Bones

Let me tell you a little story

About a pimp named Bones

Always ride with that chrome,never left the chrome at home

See parked up in the parking lot

Pimping all the hoes

Feet hanging out the window

Rolling bones,blowing O's

40 ounces of alcohol in my bottle,bumping juvenile

40 degrees in my lmpala

B***h its 1996, leanin' on that switch

I ****ed that ho once, but I ain't called that b***h since

Boy im beating up your block,feel the bass I know you heard me

That skinny white pimp

With that black Glock 30

6'3",gold chain in the jersey

****ing know its Bones when they see that Chevy swervin'

What?

We just parking lot pimpin'

Parking lot pimpin,b***h

Parking lot pimpin,yeah

He look just like a ghost,when you see him in the night

Skin glowing like stars,every time you hit the light

Tanqueray in my flask

Pile of ash,on the dash

Few more ounces in the glove,rolling blunts till' it's death

They looking at me strange

I tell 'em its just SESH

They ask me what that means

Buncha blunts to the neck

That's the mother****ing team, we don't need your respect

All we need is a beach, a little bit of b***h on the set