Lo'sportsman Video (MV)

I tell niggas man up, I end up with a man down
Til I take a good look notice who's the man around
Niggas really act like bitches whenever them bands around
Can't tell if its the fam, or just fans around
Both got they hands out and they reaching for the spliff
And get bold enough to ask for shit after two many sips
Can't recall niggas inviting me or paying for tix
When the last time you took us on inspirational trips
Like this is where the Clippers play, those bloods and crips
These crapes not pancakes, Mimosas what we sip
Women getting money, car, cribs and zips
She'll let you run it up long as you'n run ya lips
My women shape like jeanie bottles and when you rub they hips
They do the big mamma magic and pull stacks out they tits
She forever my bitch, with a unlimited wish
As we kick it in Spondivits over lobster and shrimp
I handle shit like a mobster move more like a pimp
Shoot a nigga bout that bread and evacuate with his bitch
She got immaculate head, I ejaculate on lips
Right in the back of the six
Like look I'm back in this bitch
Rolling up this tree house and it got me relaxed
Three cubes and some Dusse pouring this yac
Blue Flames on a Tuesday she throwing it back
SunN.Y., DJ Shay whats f*cking with that?
Lets Go
The Sun is out, Im having fun too
The dealers back, the killers loose
The real is here, the feelings new
Now ask yourself my nigga
Who got the juice?
The Sun is out, Im having fun too
The dealers back, the killers loose
The real is here, the feelings new
Now ask yourself my nigga... who got the juice?
I pack raw cones, you niggas be packing luggage
Since the great Big L said it, it's always been our budget
Shop when the plane land
We not the same fam
We both smoke a half a day, this not same brand
The Sunshine everywhere, this not same sand
This tan from Malibu
These grams from Cali too
My dog threw me a bone, I threw back a alley hoop
He score we all eat, hibachi and miso soup
Now watching me recoup
With binoculars from the stoup
This first class Paris, this jet fuel from Snoop
Now I call that a c-day gift
I hit the Eiffel Tower
Light sour that's a C-Day spliff
I ain't gotta check the temperature to see that you sick
They aint gotta check my page just too see these trips
When we link up you know it
Roll it we all it, we all blow it
Money we gonna hold it
Til the day never folding lets go
The Sun is out, Im having fun too
The dealers back, the killers loose
The real is here, the feelings new
Now ask yourself my nigga
Who got the juice?
The Sun is out, Im having fun too
The dealers back, the killers loose
The real is here, the feelings new
Now ask yourself my nigga... who got the juice?