Artist: Ab-Soul f/ BR3
Album:  Do What Thou Wilt.
Song:   Wifey vs. WiFi / / / P.M.S.
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

{*Part 1: Wifey vs. WiFi*}

[Intro: Ab-Soul]
Man I hate quotin' Jay-Z but cuz just too tight, hm
Is he a Blood? Is he Crip? Is he that? Is he this? (uhh)
Will he do it? You know, it! (ayy, Mac)
Now every time I say "it", it's in reference to my dick
You can suck it if you wanna
Every time I say "it", it's in reference to my dick
And you can suck it, motherfuckin' bitch

[Ab-Soul]
Listen bitch, when it's in you, the sentiment is incredible
Winter fresh even, I even undress your winter clothes
When it's out, instead of worryin' 'bout where it's at
You'd rather rack your cap
About where it's goin' or where it's been, where are we goin'? 
I'm beginnin' to "see an end"/CNN, don't bring Larry King in this
Sniff the evidence on my clothes and go through my cell phone
And now I'm in jail for leavin' out a few details, oh well

[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
It's wifey or WiFi (ayy!)
Wifey or WiFi (ayy!) wifey or WiFi
Got some niggas in the pen that really gotta face time
She just bitchin' cause I missed her FaceTiiiime
It's wifey or WiFi (ayy!)
Wifey or WiFi (ayy!) wifey or WiFi
Got some niggas really havin' issues in the cell
She just bitchin' cause them other bitches in my cell
Oh well, oh well (yeah)
I guess she wanna go to war then
I guess we should warn the warden
Oh well, oh well

[Ab-Soul]
Alright, I want you to tweet me right now
If you're usin' your third iPhone
It's wifey or WiFi, wifey or WiFi
Wifey or WiFi (hey, hey)
It's wifey or WiFi, wifey or WiFi
Wifey or WiFi - oh well, oh well
Oh well, oh well
Oh I hit you with the hash back

Aye, my nigga lil' Riley got into it with his mommy
They be fightin' all the time, so I ain't pay it no mind
He said "God, she could really be the Devil", I said "Chill!"
He smacked his teeth and shook his head and said "No, for real
You know I love her but she could really be a pain in the ass
Matter fact, fuck that, pull out your jack real fast
Real shit, my nigga, now glance at the keypad
This that mind-bogglin' shit you like to throw in your raps
And this might be your best yet
Notice how every number, represents three letters, of the alphabet
Like 2 is A-B-C, 3 is D-E-F, 4 is G-H-I" 
I said "I get it, alright!"
He said "Now trip off this
Listen to me Soul, I know you off the shits, but I'ma need you to get a grip"
I said "Be serious", he said "Dial M-O-M"
What a hella coincidence, it was 6-6- {*static*}

{*Part 2: P.M.S*}

[BR3] + (Ab-Soul)
All because of this penitentiary mind state (yeah) is it my fate? (uhh)
For God's sakes, why did I have to lose the case? (yeah)
I kept it real, and I ain't never been fake
I'm feelin' like Biggie when he lost Faith (ooohh!)
See this penitentiary mind state (yeah) is it my fate? (yeah)
For God's sakes, why did I have to lose the case? (yeah)
I kept it real, and I ain't never been fake
I'm feelin' like Biggie when he lost Faith (uhh)

Look, there's sixty seconds left, I'ma have to get back later
Your boy chasin' this penitentiary paper (yeah)
Tell my momma stay on point
Your phone hit her on three-way then fuck it, I'ma hit her on that other joint (yeah)
First term nigga, but I did it like a vet
Hung up the phone and when I asked "Who had next?"
It was one of the lifers, all nest with no neck
Gotta stay with my striker, no nigga is no threat (yeah)
I swipe my knife on the under
But I can still hear it in my head when he said "That's right, youngster
Just stay focused, sleep with your hands open
Beat 'em with a long-handled spoon when you deal with smokers" (ohh)
I sag low when I walk the yard, hold my head high
Yaddada to them Bay niggas, me I'm from the Westside (ohh)
Lookin' for a gram to steal cause I'm tryin' to get high (aw)
Thinkin' about my fake-ass bitch on the outside (ooh~!)
Out of sight, out of mind, shit I don't mind
Long as a nigga make the paper when he doin' time (hmm)
Right, look, fuck it, I'm lyin', I'm just really tryin' to hold out
Thought of some trick runnin' dick in my bitch mouth

Penitentiary mind state, is it my fate? (ayyyy~!)
For God's sakes, why did I have to lose the case? 
I kept it real (yeah) and I ain't never been fake (nah)
I'm feelin' like Biggie when he lost Faith (when he lost Faith)
(Yeeeeah) Look, look, hold up, hold up
Look, look, look, hold up, hold up, look, look, hold up, hold up