Lyrics:
Written by b. setzer
Hey, louis prima
We gotta get the hell outta town
'cause I've been datin' a chick with some swively hips
And her boyfriend
pleased you (five hundred thousand dollars)
Twenty-four hours, baby, twelve times two (twenty-four hours, baby)
Seven days a week I wanna see you (seven
the
Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to-
Five and I can't provide the right type of
Life for my family 'cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy
it
Some days I'm happy, some days I'm fucked up
Some days I tell the voice in my head to shut the fuck up
Yeah
Motivated by paper and pussy,
the
Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to-
Five and I can't provide the right type of
Life for my family 'cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy
this money now,
Cause I'm out here living this hustlers life.
I be working all day but no 9 to 5,
And you know we don't play when it's time to grind.
Neighbor called my landlord
It was a Sunday afternoon
She couldn't hear the TV set
We were having a BBQ
We were listening to Louis Prima
And drinking
entreponiggas to the Player's Club. Yaeeyaae
[Verse 1: ]
It's packed niggas don't know how to act
We the macks V.I.P's in the back
With a stack
Yaeeyaae
Verse 1:
It's packed niggas don't know how to act
we the macks V.I.P's in the back
with a stack of numbers
my niggas like 'em dumber
we
the
Fact that I can't get by with my nine-to-
Five and I can't provide the right type of
Life for my family 'cause man, these goddamn food stamps don't buy
Who pulled off the four-night attraction
In the middle of Paris Fashion Week
"We organized it in two days, " he said
The student and budding luxury
I can't get by with my nine-to-
Five and I can't provide the right type of
Life for my family 'cause man, these g-damn food stamps don't buy diapers
I got on six damn chainz, two damn rings
Louis V bracelet, I'm doing my thing
Giuseppe's with the zippers
I don't fuck with broke bitches
Stay
no money by the end of the weekend
But they don't care cause their life is a movie
Starring Louis V, paid for by yours truly,
Truthfully, it's
(yeah)
And you can tell by the way I dress, Louis V my garments (Louis V my garments)
So much fly shit I can take you shoppin' in my closet (closet,
though, still stackin' figures
So one day I'm top 5 and I can politic with Jigga though
I was just trying to Blueprint myself behind Jigga, though
And all
the government's shushin' him
But that's my nigga though, still stackin' figures
So one day I'm top 5 and I can politic with Jigga though
I was just trying
Asanti the shoes, she get it
I put my kids on her titty
Anything she want she can get it
She want Chanel, she can get it
Louis V bag and Dior her
GET YOURS!! [Flavor Flav]
[Ice Cube]
Five niggaz on the roof with the proof
And one went out
White boy wanna know what it's all about
Back in St. Louis
high for three days
You can tell by the way I walk I ain't from 'round hurr
Probably couldn't tell 'cause I ain't walkin' nowhere
I got a old-school
is coming, Cuban Linx, nigga
Louis Rich, the signature, bitch
(Every dog has his day, huh, Mel?
You wanna job Ernie? Ok, then, you call me tomorrow)
years old. My father played music.
My mother played music. My five brothers played music, and I had two
sisters played music. And I just bought
a plug on the squares got paid in Atlanta
22's on the 2-door it sits so right
Ice tray on my wrist yea it shines so bright
Make moves in the day and I ball
you pay
Tearing up my confidence
The way you do
Won't keep me away
5 @ 2:36 PC2
Crucified
By your lies
Run the gauntlet
Alleging all that I have done
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