When I Come Around

Yeah, yeah, uh

Let me take you on a date, date

We ain't gotta wait

Tell me if you got a ex-**** in the way

He can stay, I just want to get a little taste

And I see you keep your body in shape

Look

I just want a day, day

Damn, you look good

Damn, you look good, girl

And you look good, need to stop

**** came in, two shots

I'm waiting to hear Sugar Free, Quik, and 2Pac

This the coast, t-shirt, flannel, no clothes

A party ain't a party if my **** can't smoke

Here we go, let me, let me, let me make a toast

To baby over there, 'cause she know I want to poke

No I don't, I just want to stick it in her throat

Drop her the house and go dipping on the spokes

**** know, two 12's in the backseat

Passing by the kids and they yelling that's me

As I skate

Damn, what's with all this hate?

When I come around, can't say it to my face

Okay, **** know I do stay paid

And **** can't get that fade

When I come around, **** better quiet shit down

You **** ain't buying Cristal

You sharing that drink

Fuck do I care what you think

I come through wearing that mink

**** all drunk, I don't wanna hit your blunt

I can fuck with any bitch that I want

Is that your chick? **** looked over like

I did that back in '06

She was like wait, hold up, that's my jam

This the new Dom, bitch, that's my man

Try and get this money as best I can

Can you do it from the side, baby, yes I can

Just wait, I'ma beat it out like say

Going all night, just give me like 5 tapes

And I'm straight

Dang, that's what I deserve

We getting money now huh, that's what I done heard

Y'all be in the club with all them nerds

I be at the house with a girl on reserve

Whatcha gon' do with all them curves?

Teach me something new right now, I wanna learn

This your turn, girl, you gotta give it what you got

Ain't nobody giving you a spot

This ain't no team, you ain't finna get no ring

Wake up girl, this ain't no dream, this my life

Champagne bottles on ice, come through feeling like Mike

You ain't my wife, please, I'm everybody type

Girl, I got what everybody like

When I come around, **** better quiet shit down

You **** ain't buying Cristal

You sharing that drink

Fuck do I care what you think

I come through wearing that mink

When I come around (Hands up uh, hands up uh, hands up uh)

Just when I come around (Hands up uh, hands up uh, hands up uh)

When I come around (Put your hands to the sky and wave 'em side to side)

Just when I come around (And keep your hands high, keep your hands high)

When I come around (Hands up uh, hands up uh, hands up uh)

(Hands up uh, hands up uh, hands up, hands up uh, hands up uh)

(I know the name of the DJ like this, oh!)

(Back up on your muthafuckin' radio bitch)

(This is DJ Hendog)

(Is this mother fucker)

(I got some new shit from the motherfucking West side)

(With love too, god damn, Dom Kennedy in this bitch)

(Yeah, all y'all **** gonna like this)

(All you **** out there in the motherfucking L Cole)

(To them Lambos)

(Bug I see you ****)

(Oh, hold on man)

(I gotcha, hold on)

(Oh, your bitch just paged me, oh shit, Hendog)