The Vertical Joyride

Hit it, don't babysit it

Hit it, don't babysit it

Hit it, don't babysit it

Hit it, don't babysit it

Hit it, don't babysit it

Hit it, don't babysit it

Uh, oh yes, call it cess, L.A.'s best

Am I next to put smoke in my chest?

But this is this new, improved shit

A big fat Philly for the '92 zip

And when I'm rollin' in my ride kinda hot

Females be on my tail because I'm so fly

(Eyes are open, checkin' the scenery)

(Mind on cloud nine, no one can get with me)

I can go ten different places at one time

I can jump in my ear and walk through my mind

Psychedelic P-Funk for the buddha heads

Light it up, little ****, go ahead

And if you see a big gat, pick it up

Tits draggin' ass O.G., stick 'em up

And if you have a vertical joyride within reach

Do the right thing, eat the peach

Sick the tie stick and listen to this

It'll have you buggin' like you wish you wasn't

I'm AMG, the host of the most if you're high

I'll be your tour guide on this vertical joyride

Yeah, you got a big ass sack

Sounds bumpin', you're coolin' out

Now hoes, I love you without your clothes

When you put them on, I wanna see you gone

Because my dick don't have eyes, I know your mesmerized by the size

So eat 'em up like a burger and fries

'Cause you're a hoe, a tramp, a slut and you suck dick

Givin' up the lips in between your hips

You want me? A **** with dick for days

Cash that pays and hoes with big ass that sways

And I'm lookin' for a new Janine

To be my one and only dick fiend

Fat, pussy, hips, ass and titties

And I've got much big dick for the nitty gritty

I may swing and sing, jam like Teddy does

Some say you was a sucka, ****, no, never was

AMG, inhale deep so you can get a little high

On the vertical joyride

(Peace, outta here) Hit it, don't babysit it

Hit it, don't babysit it (Gone)

Hit it, don't babysit it (Yep, yep)

Hit it, don't babysit it

Hit it, don't babysit it

Hit it, don't babysit it

Hit it, don't babysit it

Hit it, don't babysit it

Hit it