Intro:
Yeah, ha ha, this be boss player cat daddy DeVante back up here with one
more yeah, kickin` that ol` fly fresh shit for all you motherfuckers.
DeVante singing:
I won`t be wrong, do you right
And you can roll with me for the rest of the night
No need to fuss, cause I don`t wanna choke
Baby sit back here and let the chronic smoke
Hook:
So hand around, and give it up, cause all the real G`s
Know what I`m thinking of, cause you gotta be down
So give it up, there`s a party over here
So baby show me love, cause I got the gin & juice (yeah you know that)
I got the gin & juice (yeah you know that you know that)
DeVante rapping:
So I be`s blowin` mad smoke through your ear
Cause I be`s the flavor of the motherfuckin` year
So nigga sit your ugly ass down and drink a beer
Cause the doe be rockin` shit for the year
Now if your ready for the fun, then baby I won`t front
Cause I keep a stash of smoke for month to month
I got Playa, I got Suga, I got Jodeci
All the niggas down with this check it (yeah)
How we do baby (cause I got the gin & juice) this be boss player DeVante
DeVante singing:
So don`t you feel it, I know you want fun
But I can be the one, to make sure you get enough
So why don`t you get crazy, why don`t you get rude
And baby we can bump a little later, and everything, yeah it`s all good
Hook
Static talking:
Yeah, it`s that nigga Static straight outta The Bassment crew. Boss player
representin` for the 9-5. We gonna kick it something like this.
To party people we go on a freak fest
Past the chronic if you got a weak chest
Shake your body till you can`t no more
And all the hotties get it on the dance floor
Ain`t workin` with all juice no gin, one more again
Hit me Mr. bartender, I`m fiend to, slip and get loose
Got to drink a cup of all gin no juice, what`s the use
I`m in my basement hideaway, where all the hoes slip and slide away
You got smoke? We gonna fly away
And then me boss player is gonna ride away
Hook
Static talking:
Ha ha this is a nice little party here D. Motherfuckers jumpin`. Hey man
hand me my beer.
Now everybody dranked up, music cranked up
The niggas go put they shanks up till they banked up
The homies they got it cookin`, they be lookin`
I leave thier punany shooken, baby booken
They doin` a little dip thens a little dap mens
The Boss get the tip mens, we got the happins
The smoke get slapped in, toes tappin`
It`s groovin`, silky soothin`, keep your body movin`
Hook
