International - 2Pac, Nipsey Hussle, Young Dre

Eternally thug nigga Hilfiger, made by Tommy

So when I speak, hope to reach my Boricua mammies

Oh, come to poppy, I love it when it’s wet and sloppy

In and out the mouthpiece, until I cum, no one can stop me

My bump 'n' grind’ll do ya every time

Come get a blast of this thug passion, it’ll blow your mind

Hey!

Throw up your legs, wrap them shits around my back

It’s a Westside thing, fuckin' hoes around the map

Walkin' down 125 while I’m peepin' out hotties

And they, seduce my Jimmy, I’ll be screamin', «Give me body»

Make 'em all scream my name out, give me my props

And don’t ya, love how this thug nigga beat up the cop

I’m at the Rican parade, I’m watching caramel bitches play

Get with real niggas, bullshit ll never get you paid

This is the dream of a young black teen

I fiend for hoes cross country like a greedy crack fiend

Now c’mon

(Hey girl)

I can tell that you want it

By the way your dancing on the floor

(Hey girl)

By the look in your eyes

I can tell you want some more

(Oh girl)

Don’t worry 'bout it, just keep doing what you do

(Hey girl)

Girl, tonight you can be

International

Okay, look, check it out

Nipsey, when I pull up to the club on them chrome things

I’m crispy, shining from my wrist to my gold chain

Anywhere I go, I keep it hood, I never change

If it ain’t up on my lap, got it stashed in the Range

Bang, bang, I’m getting bread on the proper

Private jet, anywhere I tell him he gon' fly to

My respect had these girls saying, «Daddy I do

Anything you ask,» get it crackin' when I slide through

As God as my witness, right hand on the bible

In Tokyo, honey turned it up, arigatou

Got stroked fa sho, now up in Atlanta in the strip club

She thick, cuz, took me to the SWATS, where the crib was

Went full throttle, got it crackin', I ain’t bashful

From the kitchen to the countertop, in the bathroom

Flips mo', trips mo' stamps on my passport

Told her drop me off at Hartsville, I’m international

(Hey girl)

I can tell that you want it

By the way your dancing on the floor

(Hey girl)

By the look in your eyes

I can tell you want some more

(Oh girl)

Don’t worry bout it just keep doing what you do

(Hey girl)

Girl tonight you can be

International

(Young Dre The Truth, Makaveli

LT Hutton, Nipsey)

(Ohh, International)

It’s Mr. Hoodnational, rider with a passport

Just landed from Paris homie pick me up, I’m at the airport

With two bottles of Moet and a bottle of Port

Can we, get something poppin' 'cause tomorrow got court

So of course I’m ready to get it, feel it going down right now

Hopped in the whip, popped the bottle, lit a blunt right now

Did about a buck-fifty, seconds later, the party right now

We celebrating Makaveli — 2Pacalypse Now

Escape through the front door, they shootin' up on tippy toes

Cruisin' up to get the dough

If you lose a chick then let her go

She done chose, it’s over, bro

Look around, it’s Harleyville

Dimes in high heels came from Japan to go to Cali to chill

They choosin' for real with no grill in my dental

Peep, my swagger tremendous, make moves monumental

It was me, three mamis, E-40 and 'Pac

At the Le Mondrian after party, it just don’t stop

(Hey girl)

(Ooh, riders)

I can tell that you want it

By the way your dancing on the floor

(Hey girl)

By the look in your eyes

I can tell you want some more

(Oh girl)

Don’t worry bout it just keep doing what you do

(Hey girl)

Girl tonight you can be… International

(Ooh, rider’s)