[Verse 1] I fast talk the grip about a mothasucka like an auctioneer, Make a hometown chick feel like a queen, spittin that slick shit she need to hear. Know what I mean? That Ak-Town slang all up in her ear, Till she damn near believe I’m k-i-n-g, and the man right here, ooh wee! (ooh wee!) I ain't felt like this in years, I break away from phony peers, Them foes that swear they bosses in da hood, but steady hate-n…. on the way shit shakin, (over here), on how we groove (over here), upset about a freak of the week. Ready to catch a life sentence, ya weak playa, fuck happened to all dat game? (huh) (uh-huh) I guess that’s the way it goes, On Love's train, you can't gain bein’ lame, that’s how the Ak-Town story, flows. Ziggas be suckers fa hoes. [Verse 2] Hoe’s give me knowledge, from a North Hill shorty to a plain Jane off in college, I keeps it polished, If it ain't wet I’ll take a rain check, Treat this bone like the jam on, Catch a broke neck, nasty chick, I’m ’bout dat buisness Go get my scratch Grimy hoe, better know what time it is, I wanna see some progress. let that drizzle hit the projects, countin’ every dollar, cuttin’ no checks.
