Cabbage

Cabbage Lyrics

[Intro]
The booty in that muhf**ka cuh
On God, you had a target on ’em, nigga
That’s blue club, nigga
Straight up, big booties in the produce aisle
On God, line two

[Verse]
Met a freaky lil’ dish at the Slauson swap
She a artist with the tongue, mm, Jaw-squiat
I was flea market up, that cost a lot
Got a St. Louis, chickenhead, was top
I’m a sucker for cornrows and natural afros
Your b**ch a bird, sink, bath, she pigeon-toed
Your b**ch a bird, no salmonella on the pole
Try to get to lickin’, I’m electric, she cha-cha slide on me
Ejecto seato, no for Smino, let her for my homie
Icon my nigga, no tuxedo, my air force one on me
b**ch, I stay puffy like a Cheeto, God took his time on me
Twenty b**ches in the lobby, guess that’s where I be
I be smokin’ on dry weed, got me wakin’ up late all groggy
I need some real thick like Ashanti, later roun’
I’ll bill up, no Chauncey, huh
Or Sevyn Streeter, I take seventy streets to eat her
I’m not a big repeater
My name ain’t Peter, but let me now if you see her
Only kids, I don’t hang with the chi-chi-chi
I done p**sed off the gang ’bout the sh*t, sh*t, sh*t
Quick to cut a nigga off like a sink
(Nigga I’m havin’ so much fun in this motherf**ker right now)

[Chorus]
Gettin’ cabbage, and all my b**ches nasty (My b**ches nasty)
I’m higher than your fashion (Dior)
And if they ask, I’m taxin’
You’re broke, tragic, nigga, that’s tragic
Tragic, tragic, tragic, haha

[Outro]
You know me
Young nigga just tapped in like a tap dance
We do this sh*t easy, man
We do this sh*t every day, any day, man
Listen, this is fun bruh, at this point
Man, I hope y’all motherf**kers enjoy y’all self
You know what I’m sayin’?
Hope y’all got your goddamn popcorn, Kool-Aid
Barbecue wings, whatever the f**k y’all do
Hope my niggas got something’ rolled
My shawties got them a little wood or whatever, yeah
She already decided
It’s above me know
Videos, homie, videos?
DVD, CDs, Master P, Charlie’s Angels
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go