[Verse 1]
When I hit her up, man, she never act stank
When a n***a cut, new smell, new taste
She break a n***a off like a n***a was a bank
And I give her good dick, even let her hit the dank
She keep a n***a fresh, new shoes every week
Futuristic pimpin', man, she tired of the geeks
I relax her mind and her soul so deep
We connect so beautifully, so she wanna keep
A n***a to herself, but she know this can't be
And she get frustratеd, sometimes, angry
She wanna boyfriеnd, and she know it ain't me
But she know I see the shit other n***as can't see
I gotta live free, she say she understand
She said that in the mind I'll forever be your man
And we could go to North Street, if I play pretend
Had a smile on my face, with a blunt up in my hand
(Damn, goddamn, damn)

[Hook]
Pockets fat like Jack Black, got a fat booty sack
Oh shit, who is that? It's the Metro Zu in that
Big Lofty, the coolest n***a ever
Smokin' quarter junts just to get my head together
Now, pockets fat like Jack Black, got a fat booty sack
Oh shit, who is that? It's the Metro Zu in that
Big Lofty, the coolest n***a ever
Smokin' quarter junts just to get my head together
[Verse 2]
She heard me on the CD, didn't knew what happened
She wanna get with Lofty, 'cause a future man's a mack
And uh, baby, how you gone pull yourself
Go and choose, and [?] my loot
And if you disagree, then you can't fuck with me
But I'll make you see what a world it could be
Now you with it, you was trippin', but that's okay
You knowin' better, now this why they call it yesterday
You feelin' great, I know you wanted Lofty all along
You never smoked before, but now you love to hit the bong
I keep my mackin' strong, I work it out like everyday
In this day to day game, gotta get a play
I take my money that you give me, and I make my way
Then I make you come back in a different way
I take my money that you give me, then I make my way
Then I make you come back in a different way

[Hook]
Pockets fat like Jack Black, got a fat booty sack
Oh shit, who is that? It's the Metro Zu in that
Big Lofty, the coolest n***a ever
Smokin' quarter junts just to get my head together
Now, pockets fat like Jack Black, got a fat booty sack
Oh shit, who is that? It's the Metro Zu in that
Big Lofty, the coolest n***a ever
Smokin' quarter junts just to get my head together