Sweet Potato Pie Video (MV)

It's like this:
I'm that guy, you're so fly,
Gotta get a piece of that sweet potato pie
I'm that guy, you're so fly,
Gotta get a piece of that sweet potato pie

First Verse:

Now the way of today with the homies is straight,
Gettin' f*cked up off the dank, CHRONIC,
Bud, What, ever you want to call it,
It's peace to you f*ckin' alcoholics, for,
Makin' the proper remedy,
'cause when I hit it, bitches envy me,
You say you want wine? Yeah I guess that's fine,
But thai is the sky when you talkin' about mass,
Now my thai got a friend named Gin,
Got me all straight now my dick won't bend,
Now I'm f*cked for the rest of the night,
Unless I find a piece of ass whether it's loose or tight,
Now looka here looka here I done found a bitch,
Yummy for the dick, Jelly mix in the switch,
Save that shit 'cause I don't want to be your man,
Just need a little loosin', do you understand?

Chorus:

My mind's f*cked up off chocolate thai,
Hit the gin shop now I'm so high,
Now I need a bitch that's proper and fly,
So break me off a piece of that sweet potato pie (2x)

Second Verse:

Thinkin' about what I'm gonna do today,
Party at my homies bout eight,
I thought about goin' to the movies,
But ain't nothin' like a bunch of proper ass hoochies,
Dressed like a player can't wear nothin' less,
Some simple ass shit, even if it ain't Guess,
Hit a couple of shots and now I roll to the spot,
Bitches straight peepin' want to know what I got, well,
One, two, three, Here comes the D,
Pass me the rotor....WHEW WEE!!!!
And now I'm ready for you bitches,
So gang a dick licker, do you get the picture?
And so much love for y'all gals,
And peace, love, and pussy to my muthaf*ckin' pals,
And ay, yai, yai, I'ma stay high,
And keep me a piece of that sweet potato pie

Chorus

Third Verse:

The fellas want to have a barbeque tonight, I think it's on about five,
They say it's gonna have plenty dazzey duks, and Les says it's gonna be live,
So I'ma gonna grab me a plate of soup, 'cause ain't not a damn thing changed,
And now I'm proper when fly and shit, but man do I feel strange,
So I'ma go down to the liquor store, and find my friend named Gin,
And go to the girl with the flyest thai, and break her off a proper twin,
And now it's time to make some shit, and look for the proper niece,
And run a little game on the P.Y.G., and tell it to her somethin' like this:

Chorus (2.5x)