There he is, there he is He's on the stoop, he's writing again I'm gonna' start calling you Stoop Dogg Yeah, whatever, what's up Fats, man? Nothing man, I always see you on this stoop With the pen, the paper, you're writin' But no, it's a beautiful day outside ya'know Don't you wanna' get out, hit the streets Check some bitches, c'mon bro Nah, I'm good man, I'm chilling man, I'm aight Yo, that your car? What happened to your windshield? I don't really wanna' talk about that man You need to leave Reese's crazy ass alone She's a fuckin' psycho But, on a serious tip I need you to come to the crib later 'Cause I wanna' talk to you about something I got a little idea that I'm gonna' wanna' run by you Uh-oh, here we go Nah nah seriously What are you writing anyway? Yeah I'm working on this song or whatever You know, about the beautiful things I see There ain't shit to see that's beautiful sitting over here I'll tell you that Yeah there is, yo You've just gotta' look closer