[Intro: Black C]
Yo, in the house, Black C, Mr. Cee from RBL Posse
In the house with some of that ol' smooth shit
You know what I'm sayin'
Some shit you can kick back to with your dank sack
You know what I'm sayin', get straight too took
You know what I'm sayin'
So while you sit back gettin' too took
Let my boy tape this little story for you

[Verse 1: Mr. Cee]
Bored as fuck, I just finished grindin'
I peeped at my watch, I had to spend time
So I told Black Chris let's jump in the fiver, to find us a bitch
But don't forget, n***as gotta get their gurp on
So we rolled to Cashmere to grab a fat sack of indo
Then Black Chris said, "Where should we start?"
And at the same time, two hoes dipped up in a 'Lark
High-roller freaks, that's how I called it
They was rollin' on gold ones so they had to be ballin'
I told Black Chris to stop with the quickness
'Cause both of them hotties had a case of the thickness (What?)
N***as know what I mean
No fat at all, just a hundred percent beef that was lean
There was no problem when it came to the choosin'
'Cause whoever they picked, they sure wasn't losin'
Out, without a doubt
'Cause Frisco n***as got a lot of clout
We jumped out the car, one screamed "RBL"
The other looked and said "Ooh, oh yeah"
Right then, I knew it would be easy
'Cause both of them hoes was anxious to start skeezin'
Chris asked the freaks where were they from
They said Richmond, and they was lookin' for some fun
Well, they had a jumpstart on the other hoes
'Cause they was with two poppin' n***as from the town of Frisco
So you know we had to do this shit right
Bought an eighth of dank and got 'em drunk off the ackrite
Off to the Freakies, here we go, here we go
It's Frisco's version of a sex sideshow
But the only ride done was on my dick
I already got a crew, so I don't fuck with no cliques
In plain words, if you're lost
I don't do no lickin', 'cause I'm straight for the toss
Pulled out my ding dong, commence to screwin'
Since I was younger, she thought I didn't know what I was doin'
But like a vet, I took control
Sorta like Joe Montana winning a Super Bowl
Like Rice-a-Roni, the San Francisco treat
But she didn't get hooked on no rice, she hooked on this meat
Chris got me up about 11 o'clock
He said we gotta go to Harbor to sell off our rocks
Ain't got no time to play Captain Save a Hoe
Just exchange a few numbers so we can G-O
Mr. Cee got the number
And my freak said, "Is this real, or are we on the under?
Would I ever call, or would I just diss her?"
I told her like this, so I could remember
[Chorus: Patrice Rushen Sample]
Remind me, yeah yeah yeah
How lucky I'm fallin', mhm
In love with you, darlin'
Remind me, yeah yeah yeah
How lucky I'm fallin', mhm
In love with you, darlin'

[Interlude: Mr. Cee + Black C]
Yeah, Black Chris, you know what I'm sayin'
We had to show them hoes that Frisco n***as ain't no punks
But a lot of people from the Bay Area think n***as from Frisco is straight gay, you know what I'm sayin'
So won't you tell these punk ass n***as what you did with that other freak
Man, I got with that bitch
That bitch was tryna trip, man, didn't wanna give up the boots
So I had to straight run my nip on that ho
I came at that ho with of them little gangsta leans like this
(*scratch* Oh, sweet thing
Don't you know you're my everything)

[Verse 2: Black C]
I just met the bitch to had to run my nip
To get a chance, to slap her with the diznick
Yeah, that's right, let the lie be the reason
I was gurpin' like fuck and for that ass I was fiendin'
Like a dope fiend junkie
On dank, can't think, but she's giving up the monkey
And that pussy was hittin'
Especially when we jumped to the doggystyle position
I jacked that ass like a criminal
I dicked her down, but you don't really hear me though
So let's jump to the next situation
Hittin' her from the side, lettin' out my frustration
Sweatin' all through the night
I was fuckin' 'til morning so I worked up an appetite
Plus, it was time to go
So I called Mr. Cee in the room next door
[Interlude: Mr. Cee + Black C]
*phone rings* Hello
Ayy, Mr. Cee, man, let's be up, man
Fuck that shit, I'm ready to be burner five thousand
Alright...

[Verse 3: Mr. Cee]
Then we said "bye" and we were on our way
Hungry as fuck, punchin' straight to B&J's
And that's how the day ended
I called the freak once, but she didn't get offended
She said I understand where you're comin' from
You're a star now, and only little time to have fun
But I'll be faithful and patient
'Cause when I see you, it's gonna be a special occasion
We saw each other off and on
Then summer passed and she went back home
Home, to New York City
But then I met her auntie, and they lookeded like twins, G
Her aunt was twenty years old
But let's face it, her auntie really had it goin' on
Ain't no mission to what I was doin'
Until this day, that bitch and me is still screwin'
You might say Mr. Cee is scandalous
But she gave up the action, so I took advantage
'Cause I'm not going to New York City
So don't blame me for making her aunt...
[Chorus: Patrice Rushen Sample]
Remind me, yeah yeah yeah
How lucky I'm fallin', mhm
In love with you, darlin'
Remind me, yeah yeah yeah
How lucky I'm fallin', mhm
In love with you, darlin'
Remind me, yeah yeah yeah
How lucky I'm fallin', mhm
In love with you, darlin'
Remind me, yeah yeah yeah
How lucky I'm fallin', mhm
In love with you, darlin'