[DJ On Point:] Brand new Cig, we call this shit We Gettin' Fucked Up Tonight...shout out to the whole Staten Island [Cig:] Yeah! Ghostown! Cig! You got 5 seconds to move from the bar to the dance floor [DJ On Point:] DJ On Point, Ghostown, the Forgotten Borough, the mixtape volume 3 [Cig:] Time's up, lets go! [Cig:] Tell me how you want it, missionary or back shots? Cause I'm a visionary when it comes to the yak shots Still real, you could find me down in the crack spots Brown bagged 40 when we chillin' in back lots I get chicks, while chicks look best in the nude I get chicks, so they stay stressin' this dude Her boyfriend hate me while I'm nestlin' tools Wanna give my head scissors, ain't no restlin' moves Quit testin' me dude, or you're gonna see the lead bite Cig stay plottin' on who could get spread slight Scoop her by 1 and she into the bed right? Know by 2 I'm gettin' blown more then red lights Cig killed the rap game, they mourn in death Fight over a girl? please, I'm yawnin' threats Cause I fuck like I ain't got a mornin' left Only thing you wakin' up with is mornin' breath so! [Chorus:] I know you wanna smoke with me, I know you wanna drink with me I know you wanna cut with me, cause we gettin' fucked up tonight! I know you wanna smoke with me, I know you wanna drink with me I know you wanna cut with me, cause we gettin' fucked up tonight! [Cig:] I ain't one to be fucked with, I'm sparin' the rest Digest these clips, till they inch hair on your chest So who wants to battle? Who's darin' to test? You couldn't see me mo' fucker in a starin' contest Catch Formz on the block movin' 40 sticks Me and Ceaz in the club with like 40 chicks Yosh bring the shorties, surely for me to twist Squash beef when we roll up with 40 whips All eyes on the kid soon as Christopher walked in Lot of chicks in the club be Christopher stalkin' When I rap they listen to when Christophers talkin' Rappers is great actors like Christopher Walken Ice grills? please, you stay jokin' you hard We smoke piff that stays soakin' out the jar Smashin' biddies while you stay scopin' out the bar I'm with a dime dog, smokin' out the car, lets go! [Chorus: x2] I know you wanna smoke with me, I know you wanna drink with me I know you wanna cut with me, cause we gettin' fucked up tonight! I know you wanna smoke with me, I know you wanna drink with me I know you wanna cut with me, cause we gettin' fucked up tonight! [Outro:] [Cig:] Yeah! hate harder man, you're just motivating me to get better! Cig Ghostown! Meet me at the bar, shots on the biddies, lets go
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