Alright, let's do this. Where's one, find one, where love can show Sparking after dark, singing word to the mother Like the hydro shot, there's no other, sorrow She takes me up, up away, hey, from all the mess and distress When my day is done, don't have to say where's one Cause there's one, she always shares one With the cut, he macks the bros in the moles Get old booties in the back while I mack in the holes But I won't spark the hydro without Rizzy Mo Bobby, VJD, the ski belt or the boat Cause we're true for sure You know Like who? It's me Oh Spark one What's with you? I'm all macked out on the low key vibe Hey yo, sick, what you got for that? Feel the vibe of the hood Hoodie, that's all we wanna do It's a roadie go bang Hoodie bangin' in between Hoodie bangin' in between the sheets I painted another nickel back just last week Dukes, but now I'm back with a fresh sack of mac Always dressed in black, the black hat For that, you catch a concept When I'm sparking that open show shot Cause he's a pro shot, here we go shot Which one of you niggas got my zig-zags? I'm never fickle with a nickel But I'm known to pitch a big back, so Go back, Nick, Nick, go Nick, go back, Nick, Nick, go Got my sack, my nickel-backed sack Go back, Nick, Nick, go Nick, go I'm in dodo As I inhale some 20 seconds from the initial hit I'm like, oh, shh Blitzed in the midst of a pit of honey dips All macked out, licky low, but don't trip, yo Ski me, rip it, I'll be handed over the stash box Live with the one, hit a quitter, gets mad props Slick what's lickin' and stickin' a zig-zag And when I'm wrong, I pass on the ball, fool Cause I'm way cool Nick, go back, Nick, Nick, go Got my sack, my nickel-backed sack Go back, Nick, Nick, go Nick, go I'm in dodo