Released: August 3, 2010
Songwriter: The Game
Producer: Cool Dre
[Verse 1]
That bitch fine, what you think?
Get that ho drunk, drop a blue pill in her drink
Or should I give her a green one like Em gave me
Shit had me in Detroit feelin' like Jay-Z
Looked in the mirror, my lips and my nose was big
And my girl walked by with a gold wig
Dancin' like Beyonce, I must be dreamin'
Spot on my sweatsuit, it must be semen
Cause I jack off every time I think of Beyonce
She took the wig off now she look like Kanye's
Ex chick
I swear nigga when I get sober I ain't fuckin' with this X shit
It makes me wanna sing like T-Pain
Make me wanna purch my look like Lil Wayne
Make me wanna fuck your bitch like Luda
Don't worry 'bout me, man
[Hook]
I'm off this ecstasy and this Hennessy
Have me going, going, I'm so high
I'm off this ecstasy and this Hennessy
Have me going, going to the sky, sky, sky
Going to the sky, sky, sky
Going to the sky
[Verse 2]
Let me tell you why I'm fucked up
My moms and my pops had dumb luck
See, she was eighteen, wanted to fuck with that nigga
Pops sold heroin so he was that nigga
Carried a .45 and he bust that trigger
Ain't nobody in Compton touch that nigga
But that was back then, so fuck that nigga
My childhood wasn't shit, so fuck that nigga
I been shot, been to jail, rode around Compton on Spreewells
Moved to the hills still poke your ass out like Sprewell
Still crack distribute, what you want nigga? Post sale retail
I know you faggot ass cops on detail
Look at 'em tryna hack into my Gmail
All they found was old Dr. Dre beats, well
[Hook]
I'm off this ecstasy and this Hennessy
Have me going, going, I'm so high
I'm off this ecstasy and this Hennessy
Have me going, going to the sky, sky, sky
Going to the sky, sky, sky
Going to the sky
[Verse 3]
Like the vodka
But when I'm fuckin' with Diddy, I'm Cirocin'
I take her backwards, gut it out
See a picture of Halle Berry, I cut it out
Yeah nigga she fine, but not like she was in Boomerang
Now she okay like OJ and Gucci Mane
Like them I was rappin' and trappin'
Kept half a brick in the back of my momma's Acura
Give me a test
Hit the question, how many O's in a brick, I'll ace that shit
Brick come through the door, taste that shit
Chop it, bag it, let 'em freebase that shit
She ain't tryna fuck I'll mace that bitch
Take her Cosmo and lace that shit
Get pussy for free, I ain't take that shit, I don't know if I raked that bitch
[Hook]
I'm off this ecstasy and this Hennessy
Have me going, going, I'm so high
I'm off this ecstasy and this Hennessy
Have me going, going to the sky, sky, sky
Going to the sky, sky, sky
Going to the sky
That bitch fine, what you think?
Get that ho drunk, drop a blue pill in her drink
Or should I give her a green one like Em gave me
Shit had me in Detroit feelin' like Jay-Z
Looked in the mirror, my lips and my nose was big
And my girl walked by with a gold wig
Dancin' like Beyonce, I must be dreamin'
Spot on my sweatsuit, it must be semen
Cause I jack off every time I think of Beyonce
She took the wig off now she look like Kanye's
Ex chick
I swear nigga when I get sober I ain't fuckin' with this X shit
It makes me wanna sing like T-Pain
Make me wanna purch my look like Lil Wayne
Make me wanna fuck your bitch like Luda
Don't worry 'bout me, man
[Hook]
I'm off this ecstasy and this Hennessy
Have me going, going, I'm so high
I'm off this ecstasy and this Hennessy
Have me going, going to the sky, sky, sky
Going to the sky, sky, sky
Going to the sky
[Verse 2]
Let me tell you why I'm fucked up
My moms and my pops had dumb luck
See, she was eighteen, wanted to fuck with that nigga
Pops sold heroin so he was that nigga
Carried a .45 and he bust that trigger
Ain't nobody in Compton touch that nigga
But that was back then, so fuck that nigga
My childhood wasn't shit, so fuck that nigga
I been shot, been to jail, rode around Compton on Spreewells
Moved to the hills still poke your ass out like Sprewell
Still crack distribute, what you want nigga? Post sale retail
I know you faggot ass cops on detail
Look at 'em tryna hack into my Gmail
All they found was old Dr. Dre beats, well
[Hook]
I'm off this ecstasy and this Hennessy
Have me going, going, I'm so high
I'm off this ecstasy and this Hennessy
Have me going, going to the sky, sky, sky
Going to the sky, sky, sky
Going to the sky
[Verse 3]
Like the vodka
But when I'm fuckin' with Diddy, I'm Cirocin'
I take her backwards, gut it out
See a picture of Halle Berry, I cut it out
Yeah nigga she fine, but not like she was in Boomerang
Now she okay like OJ and Gucci Mane
Like them I was rappin' and trappin'
Kept half a brick in the back of my momma's Acura
Give me a test
Hit the question, how many O's in a brick, I'll ace that shit
Brick come through the door, taste that shit
Chop it, bag it, let 'em freebase that shit
She ain't tryna fuck I'll mace that bitch
Take her Cosmo and lace that shit
Get pussy for free, I ain't take that shit, I don't know if I raked that bitch
[Hook]
I'm off this ecstasy and this Hennessy
Have me going, going, I'm so high
I'm off this ecstasy and this Hennessy
Have me going, going to the sky, sky, sky
Going to the sky, sky, sky
Going to the sky