 I wish a nigga would play with us, man. We been doing this shit, though. You know what I'm saying? It's a true story, bro. I ain't lying to you, niggas, though. Nah, fuck no. Hey, cook that deuce right there. Let me tell you about the drunkards all over my block. How they be geeking all over the rock. How we wrestling with the work like a rock. How a nigga came up with no pop. How a nigga drop a deuce in the pop. Bro said cook two at a time, cause the parents might pop. P.O.P., hold it down to the top. Thug life running around like I'm pop. Like I'm pop.