Lyrics:
cause I know majors
Back to my music, back to my papers
Back to the paparazzi stuffing our faces
Back to my boy whose discussing my wages
One by one
on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse
[Trick Daddy]
My shit is platinum
These assholes wearin' white gold
See, I'm too smart for this 'cause
got
I went to downtown L.A.
Got picked up by the cops
I didn't get what I wanted
But I didn't care a thought
I saw that life was kidding
Look
the pain in California
Cheap tricks, sweet chicks
Creeping up on ya
And now don't you say I didn't warn you
Cali-for-ni-a
Won't you come my way
trapped by the cheap wages
A free nation watch it burn like a cremation
The greed changes everybody I know
Too tired to be living out this 9 to 5
Too sad
I ain't fuckin' with you
Punk bitch think she real smart, runnin' that G
But talk is cheap hoe, spend some cash money with me
Look up when I pull
If you riding in this car
By law you got to shoot your fye for Me
My opp became your opp
When you chose to raise your to ride With me
Four deep in
Get mad Give a fuck if you leave
Not without another trick up the sleeve
Nigga mad I don't got it for cheap
High prices mean the shit off the leash
Fly in the sky and I fly on the beat, soak her with water then sip on some lean
Didn't get dollars cus I was a cheap, wanna get bands chill under my
[Sage Francis]
I am..
More than two faced, I've got at least six with cheap tricks
To hide my not-so-pretty side while accentuating cheeks
sippin' orange bubly even though I don't like it
Put a match to your album and I'm bout to strike it
Oh yeah yeah, this is a bop
I said oh on jah, this is
Es hat sich viel seit den 700 Bars getan
Ohne Tricks, ohne Gimmicks, ohne Masterplan
Nur harte Arbeit, ohne Beef und Skandal
Die Features normal
cant start beating
For all your truth I answer with cheap tricks
What's wrong with me
I'm not the one, I'm nothing
I tell to myself cause you wont
Don't
sparlish bish
I do Sparlish shit
I blow the bag on designer
An vacation trips
If she yo Valentine then buy her Valentino don't be cheap nigga blow The bag
in my area
If it all falls through then I'm calling up Erica
To fake love and daydream
Feels like everyday I surrounded by screens
No trick cards I'm
realized that You're the one (that's)
Eb#4 Cheap tricks plague the promised land,
D Carrying guns and hurting some
Eb#4 words so false they fall out quick
D
occams razor
Wait a minute hey
You you don't know you don't know
You gave hope to everyone
You don't know throw those cheap tricks out the door
You don't
y'all sucka ass niggas, uh
Hollerin all the cheap shit, but you ain't rappin right nigga
Gimmie the mic, feel me like you appetite nigga
Supposed
Walk a fine line, spit a guideline, trick a weird cheery to his own with a pom pom
Put you in your place, due to a plot, punch you in your face, usual
corny white man
Call me the heavenly body baby you can call me heaven sent
Your talk is cheap, my talk is golden goose, your talk irrelevant
You could
And Poppy
Big L
They got Proof
Tah and Swipey
Don't tell us it ain't
Because it might be
The government paid to
Get em
Spike Lee'd
X'd out like a raver
In
this cannot be!
Who shot JMJ
Nip
And Poppy
Big L
They got Proof
Tah and Swipey
Don't tell us it ain't
Because it might be
The government paid to
Get em
his shit snatched
She a bad bitch I trick that
Ass real thick get er shit smacked
She suck my dick while I'm driving lil opp bitch do what I say like
better with time, he's in his prime
You know an old dog don't learn new tricks
I'm tried and true he's an easy fix
By the time she changes her mind, she
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