Who's that knocking at the window? 
It must be Cool Nutz, and the Playboy Bleek 

They say this game is to be chopped 
Dropped like it was hot 
Y'all ain't know that Playboy Bleek got game laced for a lame 
And you hos 
On your toes I say 
On my command niggas falling 
Im the littlest G with the biggest dick and balls 
Count stacks of g's off in my cut 
In the burbs 
Running up in your spot on point ready to swerve 
Niggas got some nerve 
No business bald ass clown 
As quick as you got up your ass can get laid down 
Tre' pound all she wrote 
Done did 
Fucking with that crooked ass sneer 
Nigga off in here 
Now throw your hands up high point them to the atmosphere 
Niggas hate because they ladies tell off in my ear 
They sheer 
See through like the pantyhose and stockings 
Make a nigga want to quit go back to back spins and pop him 
Game chopping in a flannel like that nigga Paul Bunyon 
Now hos talking cheaper than a grab bag of Funyons 
Snatch 
Talking shit while I kick back 
Try and play Pioneer and get your face detached 
You hate Bleek I hate your granny and the smell of her snatch 
Relax with the hate mail you little tramp ass batch 

Rain, sleet, or snow 
Wet like a ho, 
Nigga act like you know giddy up on the go 
For sure don't break it down 
I'm about to clown 
The heat that I bring nigga world renound 
I'm freeway bound I-5 or buck-fifty 
Like MC Eiht and business got my eyes stuck on shifty 
Dump if you dare smoke it up like cowboys 
Your fucking with a savage and a nigga brung the noise 
I melt a motherfucker we hot like sunburns 
I'm bringing more drama than as the world turns 
You hate Cool Nutz buster I hate your mamma 
Blow the brains out your joint like the fucking Unabomber 
Calm, cool, collect I keep my composure 
Metabolism slow like I smoked a pound of dojia 
503 N-E-P be the region 
Where gold ones spin 
Thug life living 
>From the sac to the track I'm all about my bubble 
And fuck any nigga with a backwards ass hustle 
>From crack sales, hotels, fetty gravels 
All you buster ass niggas straight sit and hate mail 

Strictly for the fetty 
Nigga can't you tell 
Rain, sleet, or snow 
Niggas bring the hate mail 
Take it on your chest 
Homey bring your vest 
Recognize this game 
We say fuck the rest 

You weigh a buck-o-five blow away in the wind 
I slap the smerk off the face of the crooked tooth grin 
I got three niggas stuck so that makes triplets 
Mumble mouth motherfuckers straight talking sticklets 
A pig in a blanket and roll to a tee 
Cool Nutz on the cut with the B double E 
In the breeze with ease and I'm all up in your guts 
The words of the day niggas don't give a fuck 
Cause haters gonna hate but I'm still gonna kick it 
Niggas on my team say I'm selling Wolf Tickets 
It's all about the family so nigga stop assuming 
I wanna stack all the Cheddar and post at the reunion 

On my return flight 
I recite slow and steady 
Hit the joint with the flows on point like Tius Eddie 
Running up in spots ready to swerve 
Make your pistol pushing through in the Chevy Suburb 
In 9-6 I'll blow your whistle 
And put this shit to a halt 
Niggas catching the salt no hands like Willy Wonk 
And it's all your fault 
Trespass without permission 
Keep a nigga on his toes like a midget when he's kissing 
Listen closely observe the twist 
About to pull and hit a blunt in Cool Nutz' 7-6 
I don't hate nothing but the smell of your breath 
Cool Nutz and Bleek and we out to the left