Wifey vs. WiFi / / / P.M.S.-Ab-Soul

[00:00.00]Pt. I: Wifey vs. WiFi [00:00.73] [00:01.46]Man, I hate quotin' Jay Z, but cuz just too tight [00:05.95]Is he a Blood? Is he Crip? Is he that? Is he this? [00:10.76]Will he do it? You know, it! [00:13.47]Now every time I say "it" it's in reference to my dick [00:17.65]You can suck it if you want to [00:19.64]Every time I say "it" it's in reference to my dick [00:23.82]And you can suck it, mother****ing bitch [00:26.12] [00:26.43]Listen, bitch [00:27.06]When it's in you the sentiment is incredible [00:29.77]Winter fresh even, I even undress your winter clothes [00:32.80]When it's out, instead of worryin' about where it's at [00:36.67]You'd rather rack your cap [00:38.13]About where it's goin' or where it's been [00:40.75]Where are we goin'? I'm beginning to see an end [00:44.09]Don't bring Larry King in this [00:45.66]Sniff the evidence on my clothes and go through my cell phone [00:49.00]And now I'm in jail for leavin' out a few details, oh well [00:52.87] [00:54.12]It's wifey or WiFi (aye!) [00:55.90]Wifey or WiFi (aye!) wifey or WiFi [00:58.93]Got some niggas in the pen that really gotta face tim [01:01.85]She just bitching ‘cause I missed her FaceTim [01:05.72]It's wifey or WiFi (aye!) [01:08.96]Wifey or WiFi (aye!) wifey or WiFi [01:11.99]Got some niggas really havin' issues in the cel [01:15.85]She just bitching ‘cause them other bitches in my cel [01:19.09] [01:19.41]Oh well, oh well [01:23.59]I guess she wanna go to war then [01:27.45]I guess we should warn the warden [01:30.17]Oh well, oh well [01:32.47] [01:32.89]Alright, I want you to tweet me right now [01:34.98]If you're using your third iPhone [01:36.96]It's wifey or WiFi, wifey or WiFi [01:41.98]Wifey or WiFi, hey, hey [01:45.01]It's wifey or WiFi, wifey or WiFi [01:48.46]Wifey or WiFi, oh well, oh well [01:52.32]Oh well, oh well [01:55.98]Oh, I hit you with the hash back [01:57.34] [01:57.55]Aye, my ****** lil' Riley got into it with his mommy [02:01.73]They be fightin' all the time, so I ain't pay it no mind [02:04.65]He said: "God, she could really be the Devil," I said "Chill!" [02:08.31]He smacked his teeth [02:09.46]And shook his head and said "No, for real! [02:11.34]You know I love her, but she could really be a pain in the ass [02:14.47]Matter fact, **** that! Pull out your jack real fast [02:17.92]Real bitch shit, my nigga, now glance at the keypa [02:21.06]This that mind-bogglin' bitch shit you like to throw in your rap [02:25.13]And this might be your best yet; notice how every number [02:28.06]Represents three letters of the alphabet [02:31.19]Like, 2 is A-B-C, 3 is D-E-F [02:34.64]4 is G-H-I," I said: "I get it, alright!" [02:38.09]He said: "Now trip off this, listen to me, Soul [02:41.75]I know you off the shits, but I'ma need you to get a grip [02:44.57]I said: "Be serious," he said "Dial M-O-M." [02:47.70]What a hella coincidence! It was 6-6- [02:51.04] [02:51.67]Pt. II: P.M.S [02:52.09] [02:52.51]All because of this penitentiary mind state, is it my fate? [02:55.02]For God's sakes, why did I have to lose the case? [02:57.63]I kept it real, and I ain't never been fake [03:00.34]I'm feelin' like Biggie when he lost Faith [03:02.43]See, this penitentiary mind state, is it my fate? [03:05.67]For God's sakes, why did I have to lose the case? [03:08.29]I kept it real, and I ain't never been fake [03:11.00]I'm feelin' like Biggie when he lost Faith [03:13.20] [03:13.82]Look, there's sixty seconds left, I'ma have to get back later [03:16.54]Your boy chasin' this penitentiary paper [03:18.00]Tell my momma stay on point [03:20.41]Your phone hit her on three-way [03:21.87]Then, **** it, I'ma hit her on that other join [03:24.06]First term, bitch, but I did it like a ve [03:26.36]Hung up the phone, and when I asked: "Who had next?" [03:28.87]It was one of the lifers, all nest with no neck [03:30.96]Gotta stay with my striker, no bitch is no threa [03:33.47]I swipe my knife on the under [03:35.35]But I can still hear it in my head [03:37.12]When he said: "That's right, youngster [03:38.90]Just stay focused, sleep with your hands open [03:41.20]Beat 'em with a long-handled spoon [03:43.50]When you deal with smokers." [03:44.75]I sag low when I walk the yard, hold my head high [03:47.47]Yaddada to them Bay niggas; me, I'm from the Westsid [03:50.50]Lookin' for a gram to steal, ‘cause I'm tryin' to get high [03:53.01]Thinkin' about my fake-ass bitches on the outside [03:55.62]Out of sight, out of mind, bitch, I don't mind [03:58.44]Long as a nigga make the paper when he doin' time [04:00.63]Right, look… **** it, I'm lyin', I'm just really tryin' to hold out [04:04.40]Thought of some trick runnin' bitches in my mother****in' mouth [04:06.59] [04:07.43]My penitentiary mind state, is it my fate? [04:09.20]For God's sakes, why did I have to lose the case? [04:11.71]I kept it real, and I ain't never been fake [04:14.11]I'm feelin' like Biggie when he lost Faith [04:16.31]Look, look, hold up, hold up!