Lyrics:
tryna get what I got
Tryna pull me down (late night)
But you know, I'm a real playa
Real hustler, real gangsta
I'm bout getting this money (late
She stay home alone watching DVD’s
Said she git her own but she feelin me
Used to think the kitchen where she’s supposed to be
But she know better
Between love and having chemistry
Seen a chick walk by
I wasn't shy to be like Listerine
Asked her what she doing around six
Request to watch the screen
If
Yeah, On the last few days of L.A. I got taken into, um, this guys house
And he was sponsored by an alcohol company, quite a few actually
And uh,
my health
Spent a bag on a belt
But that dont matter when you're all by yourself (It really dont)
Said she dont wanna be here im like okay
Said she
My plug got they PHD
Talk that shit you gon RIP
Or you getting picked up by an EMT
I be shootin' shots like Cp3
Slide in a bitch like DvD
Finna make
Them niggas stay hating i could never be like you
Say he got hands I could fight too
That boy say he a shooter
Young man we got pipes too
Pray that we
on me everyday
I'm like fuck everybody, you feel me, fuck it
One time for me, cool by the sunshine
Money got punchlines, only take one times
Take small
Ain't a thang eat a chicken wang
Got some gold teeth
At da club tryin ta shake that thang
Tryin ta get piece
Chicken chicken always into some dumb
shit
I use to write
My songs on DVD's
(Yeah)
I'm the bad guy
That got some bitches
On their knees
Bad man ting
Cause I'm busy
Puffing on some tree
Yeah
the night everything will be fine
Party ta ra ta ta ta ta ta ta ra ta
Party ta ra ta ta ta pa pa pa ra ra ra
Party ta ra ta ta ta ta ta ta ra ta
Party
But when my tones in your
Face you say bye bye
Nigguhs love to see this hate on
The ten o clock news
Project pat got arrested by
Them boys in blues
He
think it's time we do it, they said it couldn't be done
Still we making paper, still we having fun
I hope by now it's proven, Nate and Warren G
Tightest
a game mane
[Chorus: x2]
Got white shawty cheap cheap price shawty
I'm in the club with that real clear ice shawty
I want a bitch that can do
weed in my drawer
Got them bomb seeds in my garden
Valley Girl, Dolly Parton
If that shit don’t be poppin’
Got them dope fiends in Compton
Got my niggas
Triple X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in
Was snapped out of my daydream by something that I seen
I left the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans
It
then Sony too
DVDs, the cloud, what's next?
Next big thing when this one's through
Will be huge if it's got sex
We salute the industry of the San
call me Cassius
Dashiki, I got to be the blackest
I'm Isaac Hayes with a switchblade
I'm Rodney Allen Rippy, come fuck with me
I'm just tryna tell
arms
Hear us, too much pain on earth
No place to store with, we drown or burning
Six by ten prison cells we've earned
Occasionally there would be one who
with it by the way
I talk it like I did it 'cause I lived it by the way
Young, the boy might go nuts
Whole sale niggas just like donuts
Creme be crispy
to my cats
Wake up in the morning i grind thats word to my cats
Talk shit and its gtg i'm jumping in the Bentley gt g
Flinging on my own fucking cd b
I
on stage like a DVD
Put me in the MOMA when it's over with
I used to look up to the sky, now I'm over shit
Remember that I still got you
I still got
know, don't be acting unfamiliar
West Side, Del Amo, I got it tatted on my spirit
Spirit tho, ten hoes, hostage in the CTS
Mando, windows up, that molly
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
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