Chauffeur-Brewski Remake (prod. ...

Step 1: Get money. Step 2: Fuck bitches.

Step 3: Stunt on ya'll hoes. Step 4: Cut any of you snitches.

Ain't no snakes in my circle; cross me and you'll get shaped up

Quoting verses like Samuel L. Jackson and I'll beat you to a pulp (Tarantino!)

You out here telling stories; quit lying, stop with the fiction

This is my territory, my area; there's no fibbing in my jurisdiction

I got hoes everywhere I turn; they're addicted and I'm the prescription

From Los Angeles to New York and all across the Mason-Dixon (Line!)

I ask them for a ride and they tell me to go and hop in

Then we might pull over and commit a mortal sin

Now look I'm not saying that I'm gay but let's be honest

Cause if she flawless like Beyonce, best believe she'll be mine; I promise.

 

I'm from the 803; that's Columbia if you didn't know (SC!)

Where a black politician is almost as rare as a foot of snow

Aha its ok; I got friends and we close like white on rice

And please don't mess with us or you'll need a priest to give you your last rites

We riding round, we doing it big, we doing hood rat shit

But during the day, we're studying and in class; damn right we are legit (Clemson!)

That just goes to show that anybody can be a pimp

Shit I'm studying to be a pharmacist but I still have that tell-tale limp

Bitches falling over me like I'm the wall in Berlin

However the motto is WDLTH so play that sad violin

That stands for the fact that we don't love these hoes

I'm sorry but pull this thing over; that's just how the game goes