Lyrics:
On The Quarter Deck

my dick on yo coat, an I'm bumpin Too $hort, down the block, three on fourth, my nigga Num drunk on the porch off a mutha fuckin quart of O.E., nickle

case I had to dust task It was about four otha niggaz on the spot grindin' One was on my team smokin' hamps an' poppin' leads (Knock on weed, nigga, fuck that, knock on

can't see tech, I mean be tech, and these rejects lyrically don't got no Electricity, we that quickly, eject when your shit inside of a CD deck. We just

Dogg, yes, y'all in this BI, holla I keep it PI for all the people, mami's wit' the fine punani's I'm in the projects, on deck, baby come find me And

Who gets high in this bitch is you really on its some grapes that you smokin what you really on Im on a eighth a quarter ounce of grapes a shot of patron

to the next level, it's the new world order Snatch ya like a tractor, might kill ya for a quarter I put that on my moms, that's on everything I love Nigga

piranhas Look, look on the streets it ain't sweet They be [unverified], it's not a game, homeboy, this ain't the NFL Him just [unverified] from rippin' with the mid-deck

chu anyway You ride ?coz you tired livin? by the quarter mile Niggas know me every time for Mr. Exit 65 Yeah, 6-5 we ride on, 24?s we slide Through

that's alive tonight Will be hauling gold aboard Spare us the galleon begged But mercy's face had fled Blood ran from the screaming souls The cutlass harvested Driven to the quarter deck