"The Pick Up (Skit)" lyrics

It was a Sunday night around 8:30 PM
I was rolling by myself in the Benz leaving Swope Park banging some of the homie Fat Tone's classic shit
So I'm rolling down Meyer Blvd. Then I busted a right on Prospect looking to be seen by a bad bitch, and what do you know?
A stallion! Ass like, chest like "Ooh, Areolas!" Lips like "Damn!"
So I pulled right next to her on the corner of 63rd Street 'bout to front like I'm 'bout to sell her my CD and said

What's sizzlin' mama, what's crackin'?

What's up, cuz

Ahem, nah, I'm just trying to sell you this CD. Nah, you know what, you so fine, I don't even wanna sell you the CD, I'mma give you the CD, baby

Aw yeah, cuz? (Ugh) What's this shit, cuz?

It's my new shit, baby

This some Tech N9ne shit cuz?

Y-yeah?

Aw nah, I don't want this devil worshiper shit cuz, I'm good cuz

Anyway nigga, I'm just tryna give you the goddamn CD
Y'know what?

Nah cuz, nah. Nah

Listen, listen, look
Hold on, let's.. let's walk over here to my trunk, I got some new shit. Come on, come on, come on over here I got some other artists that you might -- you might like some Big Scoob shit or something
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Check this out

Let me check this shit out cuz

Let me pop this trunk

What you got cuz?

Get yo' motherfucking ass in the fuckin'