Lyrics:
C'mon man
That ain't how you do the shit bruh
Out'chea playin with a nigga money and shit
That ain't the shit to be fuckin with
It's hard out'chea in
fired up
Yeah we out chea tryna make a plan
To get things wired up
Catch me jumping right into this fucking life
Like I didn't die enough
Man I'm startna
that niggas January (chea)
Chad West
[Verse One: Young Chris]
Yo; Ayo Momma workin hard Big brother on the run lil sista cuttin up man shit just
and make that shit a tradition
Yeah, what goes around comes around, faster than fidgets
Man, out 'chea is frigid
Man, these streets is vicious
'Bout
Chea! Y’all ready know what the fuck going on Oh you don’t? Guess I gotta remind em den Mookie goin inn wit the bish (woooo!) Prollly goin leave wit
asking 'bout me?)
They've been wondering why (in case you're wonderin')
Chea, I'm right here in my chair with my crown and my dear
Queen B, as I share
hard
You getting beat by the Internet and your Ipod
The label don't want you to be Master P
Took the Master and put it right after P
Bump it master, but
It was a Dark dark night and things didn't seem right
I was approached by an old man i thought he wanted a fight
He started asking me these questions
without the skateboard
My life on the detour
I just want court ya wife right by the seashore
Stop with all that coon shit, get it out your pores
That's what
H-O-J rollin wit Ev' man, take a toke
(inhales) chea, I'm that raw, no soap
Stay checkin niggas, no coat
Rapper gotta grind like he broke
Put me in
the mailbox
Right by the door, and!
I can’t do right by a hoe
I’m G’d up but through my eyes I see my soul
Too much of a player to go out with a hoe
See me in
her then blush
Got a little frazzled
Then grabbed on her clutch
Thought she lost
Til she looked up
You here by yourself
She said not right now
That's
Yeah
Aye
Right off the bat from the first, chea
Ain't nothin' changed still got my balls and my word
I gotta triple my earn
Had some things I done
Man what these niggas talking bout man Nigga you niggas ain't getting no money nigga
Man it's whateva nigga Scared money don't make no money nigga
hoochie lady, or housewife, (wife)
A real man gon' want to hit it, it's hanging out, right? (right)
Ladies don't get offended, when he tell you that you're
Mystikal
Talking heavy now she ready lay her down then I'm bout to give and go
Flow so dope sell it like crack never go broke
Cuz I flip right back like that
Talk to me man
This ya boy Young Hova, yo turn the motherfucking noise up
We'll get right into the proceedings this evening
Headphones are
Talk to me man
This ya boy Young Hova, yo turn the motherfucking noise up
We'll get right into the proceedings this evening
Headphones are
Y'all ready
Chea, chea
Lu Bennett
Aye
Forget the stuff from last week, this that real bag
I'm talkin' so far gone, best you ever had
Put some
girl, I'm known as Pen Griffey too
It's only right that I swing by and hit it too
First base, second base, third base
I'm tryna' get you in your
Boo got a blunt in his ear!
Chea, it's me and Raw DI this time, bastards
I got my little brother Capo on this one, too
Yeah, haha, that's right
Young
be pounding that ass until the morning
She got her high heels on fendi bra that match her thong
She recognize a big dawg right chea posted by da wall
up
And change my space up
Ever sense my mama dead
These days man I'm alway high
Cause my lows just don't get me by
Her voice in my head just makes me
Talk to me man
This ya boy Young Hova, yo turn the motherfucking noise up
We'll get right into the proceedings this evening
Headphones are
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