[ VERSE 1 Rube ] Its so wonderfully all good and everythings superb I got the herb, I got my Hen mixed in with the Bird So hear the word, potna, Ima look up A bunch of monkeys, so then we can get the hookup That aint a problem cause you is like kin with me I said you been with me, you sipped gin with me A true potna wont hesitate to dial the crew Cause if its foul with me, I know its foul with you Yeah, dats my potna, doe Sidin shotgun at the sideshow I show no love if your shit aint came back, so They cant fade Young Rube the Rascal Relax, hoes, it aint naythin but P Deuce KiDog, the Mad Dog 22, Kiwi Juice At the lounge spot hittin the round spot with no sequels I switches up with my peoples [ Chorus all 2X ] Yeah, dats my potna, doe Yeah, yeah, dats my potna, doe Yeah, yeah, dats my potna, doe Yeah, yeah, dats my potna [ VERSE 2 Chezski ] Funk Slave flavors being brung all in the paint Forget about my potnas, never worry, cause I aint And [Name] knows a lot about the young folks Me and my killa [Name] run and let the thoughts soak Forget about [Name] and Little Skinny, shit We gon do it right and do it right, slick And come up at em loose with my trouble hounds Fuckin with the proof and not the double downs In this thang aint no suckers that Im runnin with Old school way back is all Im comin with And play the dominos like a nympho Come on, man, its on you, dude tint them windows And potnas are reserved for the dunk funk You get em juiced and find your ass with gorilla dumps And dying for each others just way real So get it tight when youre comin for the rough skill They after the crew, I gives a fuck and Ima go head And put a hollow slug up in they foheads Doin time for all the backstabbin trick hoes Ill do a solid any day for my potna, doe [ Chorus ] [ VERSE 3 Baby Beesh ] I got no words for the sucker butts, the tricks, the clowns Im down for my canines, my dogs, my hounds woof! Yep, and so I say, Whats goin on, black? Whats up, dude, Im givin up dap Known to get wild and loose Youre kickin it tough with Potna Deuce I gives a damn what set you claim Cause if youre givin up love, you gets it back, mang Grip tight everydaya Dats my potna, dats my playa Who got dank, man, I need a response Now money, watch out, cause I got twomps Whether its Tallyho, bombs or hay And about the women, man, its Cock Holiday Had it goin on since young types Done been through Converse and to down Nikes So come get with this jamboree Where were treatin our potnas like family Down as the ground straight from the Joe Yo check it out, dude right there dats my potna, doe [ Chorus ]
potna, dat, doe, potnas, rube