Casual

[Intro: beat starts and Detective speaks]
[Detective]
Point her out to me
Oh thats her
Not bad!
Not bad at all
Let me talk to this bitch
Hello
[Girl]
I have drinked enough booze to tell me I could use a big stiff dick right now
[Detective]
God damn baby you just met me lets get to know each other more
[Girl]
What difference does it make either you want to fuck or not
[First verse]
Eh, these Hos be crazy
Thats why I ride away to the hide away bumpin Isaac Hayes
Seat back reclinin in the Lac
My mind on my scratch
The beat gatt right on my lap imbibed n no trap
Im cold in fact, I hold the gat
Aint never told the rat where the dossier at
I kept my composure
I popped the clover hopped in the rover
n drove like a soldier on four king cobras
Seen her house n pulled over
Motoroled her like "come out side"
Fuck where we about to go lets ride
This aint no punk bitch
When I met her she had on that louie sweater n them tailored made manolos
A nigga knew he did her cause Im in ta dat
Im like (" wus does blonics ?")?
Fired up the chronic
Sipped the tonic
?Happy Hanukkah!"
She knew what I wanted when I was on to her
She hoppin in the range now
So I can feel my bond with her
N we aint even got to leave the car
Got the T.V.s the cameras n the V.C.R
Bout to make her a star!
Yall know the deal
When your fuckin freak hos in your automobile
[First Chorus]
Come on lets fog up these windows
Turn the bump n blaze a little endo
I wanna fuck but I dont wanna spend dough
You know the deal!
Baby
Let me fuck in the automobile
[Second verse]
Eh,I love L.A. Hos
I met this broad named Jodie
She used to drink forties with a little bit a stollies
Picked her up
Ran up in the broad in the rent a car
Soon as I was finished dropped her off on Laseanaka
Rollin in a ol skool on goes
Hos jockin
Cause they aint knowin this shits stolen
Pull it ta tha liquor store
Actin like I need something
Turned out
Left the car runnin n the beat bumpin
I catch Hos like Im riding a stretch Rolls
Dipped in my best clothes
Sippin on X.O
But no!
Its white tee shirt n Jabos
Or the creased Levis, the five-o-fives
Hat pulled down over my eyes
You know the size of runnin your chops
Dont broadcast or televise
To none of them dudes!
Fuck her hard to chill
Just keep bumpin bad broads in your automobile
[Second Chorus]
Come on lets fog up these windows
Turn up the bump n blaze a little endo
I wanna fuck but I dont wanna spend dough
Whats the deal?
Baby!
Let me fuck in my automobile
Come on lets fog up these windows
Turn up the bump n blaze a little endo
I wanna fuck but I dont wanna spend dough
Whats the deal?
Baby!
Let me hit it in my autobile
[Third verse]
You can catch me slumped low in a vette
With a Ho n mowet
She throwin a fit cause I aint stoppin or going ta get
Ridin high in the burb n never touchin the curb
Trying ta roll a dutch n I swerve n cut in your lane
Getting brain in the rain
We starin in the Lebaron
But the bitch jus looked n laughed
She aint carin
Like this one little freak that I bumped at Roscoes
Fucked her shotgun had that ass on the console
(Break down?) to a bus
The shit stay real
When your fuckin wit them bitchs in your automobile
I pulled up in a seven douce cutty with knock
Ten gee sound system
Everything else stock!
Baby girl in the passenger seat keep axin ta eat
I kept mean muggin n blastin tha beat
Probably shoot her through the ?drive-thru"
You know the deal!
When your fuckin mad bitchs in your automobile
Final chorus
Come on lets fog up these windows
Turn up the bump n blaze little endo
I wanna fuck but I dont wanna spend dough
You know the deal!
Baby
Let me fuck in my automobile
Come on lets fog up this windows
Turn up the bump n blaze a little endo
I wanna fuck but I dont wanna spend dough
You know the deal!
Baby
Let me hit it in my automobile
It go!
[ Windows Lyrics ]