Play the track niggaIt's Saturday night, and I'm blunted like a zombieZig zaggin', I mean the papers, do you follow me?I'm hopin' Tang will do the trickBecause I'm outta Snapple and I need somethin' to wet my fuckin' Adam's appleNow I'm bored, it's time to play a game of crank callBut who should I call? I'll call them allI'm frontin' on your daddy, on your mama, on your sisBut blow her a kissBecause I miss those late nightsWhen you were with the family down at Chuck E. CheeseClimbin' through the window while outside it's only ten degreesActing like a champ while she's fightin' on the coversBut don't let it bother you my brotherRemember that boy Jason?While I was hittin' his mamaAnd that's whats causin' all the dramaThe drama, the dramaDon't ya hate it,The drama, the dramaDon't ya hate it,I can't stand itThe drama, the dramaDon't ya hate it,The drama, the dramaDon't ya hate it,The drama, the dramaI can't stand itThe drama, the dramaNow I remember back in school, I used to act a foolCause I'd run and I'd slide and I'd glideDown the halls to get attentionUsed to always talk till I got a pink slipThen I'd have to take a long walkTo the principal's office to get the paddleBut if I did no wrongThen *** Skippy I would tattle on anotherCause that paddle hurt like a bitchEven though I get the title class snitchI used to get beat upCause my mama used to dress meThen she told me words hurt moreAnd that impressed meThen I realized that the power of the pen and the tongueWere an easy way to get a girl's trustSo letters turned to poemsTurned to fuckin' songBut I'd hate to make a short story longSo let me tell you guys got madAnd my jacket came to beGettin' beat up walkin' home from schoolTaught me about the drama, the dramaDon't ya hate it,The drama, the dramaDon't ya hate it,The drama, the dramaI can't stand,The drama, the dramaDon't ya hate it,The drama, the dramaDon't ya hate it,The drama, the dramaI can't stand,The drama, the dramaI can't believe it, the drama's taking over from the night beforeLaying on the bathroom floor praying to the god oneOver and over saying that I won't do that againBuying drinks for the whole bar as if they was my friendsBut the night was going swellI was holding my liquor wellAnd nobody could even tell that I was fadedI could've sworn that I was being gradedOn how many brews I dropped without looking jadedI was a masterNobody popped a bottle fasterI know the story sounds greatBut here's the worst factorThis girl Shanae stepped inNow I've known her since the second gradeWay before the days of getting paidI stepped up talking bout all the time that passedHoping I wouldn't get gassedBecause I really wanted to hit that highI told her just what I would do to herAnd that the *** was fake but then found out she was my homies dateI'm calling the drama, the dramaDon't ya hate it,The drama, the dramaDon't ya hate it,The drama, the dramaI can't stand,The drama, the dramaDon't ya hate it,The drama, the dramaDon't ya hate it,The drama, the dramaDon't ya hate it,The drama, the dramaDamn I hate itDamn I hate itThe drama, the dramaI can't stand,The drama, the dramaDon't ya hate it,The drama, the dramaDon't ya hate it,The drama, the dramaI can't stand,Check it out y'allCheck, check it outCheck it out y'allCheck, check it outCheck, check it outCheck it out y'allI can't standDon't ya hate itCheck, don't you hate itCheck, checkI can't standCheck it out y'allCheck, checkI don't hate itDon't ya hate itCheck, check