[Intro]
Hard times in the city
In a hard town by the sea
Hard times in the city
In a hard town by the sea

[Verse 1: Capital STEEZ]
Look, is it a bit too explicit if I ask her to lick it?
Or rude if I assume the position?
Wax-on, wax-off like you’re rinsin' off the dishes
That’s why I got her wetter than the kitchen
Or is it, I got the candles, I’m just hopin' you can stand the heat
Banana peel sandals that’ll compliment your camels feet
Whatchu think of yellow? Got you feelin' slick and mellow
A simple fellow tryna switch to red-bone
I got the mary rolled, so it’s set in stone
But I would hate to see her climb hills in stilettos
STEEZy, baby, let me kiss up on your neck gold
Straps with no strings, attached like Velcro
Heard we gettin' more buzz than a cell phone
Came for the throne, now I’m tryna put myself on
Act grown, get thrown when the L’s gone
Got too bent, now she blown like a elbow

[Chorus: Capital STEEZ]
So, tell me how you gettin' home
So, tell me how you gettin' home
She said it’s on, as long as I don’t tell the Pros
Words keep spreadin' on like a telephone
So, tell me how you gettin' home
So, tell me how you gettin' home
She said it’s on, as long as I don’t tell the Pros
Words keep spreadin' on like a telephone
[Verse 2: Dirty Sanchez]
She don’t need no drugs, she don’t need no guns
All she needs to do is hit me up, and she’ll be ridin' dirty
No brakes and no crashin' over
Spanish Casanova, castin' spells with the aroma
Witch doctor got the remedy, shit fucked up her memory
But I remember how she said "Mmm, lemon-y"
I can’t be romantic, I just met ya and I spanked her
Had the dank lit since the banquet, got the Henny, now drank it
Straight Cali in my doobie and she's hittin' on Mary
I think she's bi-curious, buy furious bags
On the root of all evil, I want serious cash
Don’t laugh, you see where I’m at, you need a new map
Her complexion's Pocahontas, she’s in love with the blanca
Headed to the dirty south, but reps Beast Coast, papa
She knows if she don’t suck, then we don’t fuck
Plus, she never says she won't, fuck a love quote
Girl, I know I left ya broke

[Chorus: Dirty Sanchez]
And tell me how you gettin' home
Just tell me how you gettin' home
She said it’s on, as long as I don’t tell the Pros
Words keep spreadin' on like a telephone
So, tell me how you getting home, home
So, tell me how you getting home
She said it’s on, as long as I don’t tell the Pros
Words keep spreadin' on like a telephone