Lyrics:
cin't no life fair
cll your cheap tricks
Blinded by the glare
So you all surrender to the game
Crash and fall
Then still have the nerve to complain
shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me
Cause I don't weep and I don't sleep
Save that motherfucker black, cause talk is cheap
And uh, since you got beef
happ'nin." And you know Too $hort got some real player shit.
[Too $hort]
Nigga, Daz is a real playa.
[Daz]
It's all the way hot.
[Too $hort]
Running up bands with a nympho
Bitch make a trick lay down like a kick door
Big hemp rolled full of indo
You can smell it when you walk by a nigga
And that's the only way out
Falling for cheap tricks, lies
And sparks that won't go off no
Not tonight
And all in all, we're wanderers
And that's the only way
Its Smoova baby
Hold up, ugh
Can't get no sleep
Been this way for weeks
Plus I play for keeps
This shit get deep
I kno talk is cheap
My bitch like
You can hear it bumpin through the door
It's a party jumpin on the floor
And from the way it sound it ain't no doubt (wha**up?)
That the West
are all down
I'll see who's around
One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna get you get you get you get you
One way or another I'm gonna win
a chance
They gonna see what we all about
Once we in straight
Ain't no way out
They been in and out yeah
They going in and out the game
In and out the game
my paper
& go out my way & do all kinda favors
I got her thinkin she gone get up on me
Then by the weekend, left her by her lonely
I be outta reach I
to read ya
Playin' out all those old tricks, but you seem to
Always have a way of makin' it feel brand new, yeah
Give, give me, all night
I love
strapped and down to ride
And bitches tryna trick you
Like they only here to vibe
When I’m just tryna get these flowers
To put in my vase
Black all on my
It's sort of like a really cheap
kind of high school play...the way it might have been done 20 years ago, with all the sets
made out of cardboard boxes
I seen
I don't know
By any means Ima intervene if it's bout my dough
We don't trick or treat
These tricks want treats, but I don't know
Who the fuck
subliminals
See, all my life I was raised
By a lot of criminals
So all I know is scratching
My pistols and my genitals
Picture this: picking kicks out
Of Foot
subliminals
See, all my life I was raised
By a lot of criminals
So all I know is scratching
My pistols and my genitals
Picture this: picking kicks out
Of Foot
below the Marlboro man, above the right field wall
We do the wave all by ourself
Hey ump, a blind man could've made that call
We like our beer flat
When he was a kid he was fitted with a bib
By a momma on the daily had a Nigga well fed
All she ever did, tell him, "Use your head"
Think before you
signed by a noko named jay smack whos talk was cheap and i aint taking it back
No beef intended hope you not offended by the words im sending just
But honestly, that's fine by me
Promises in fairy tales
Cheap tricks and pink thrills
We started talking and messing around
It's not too long till we
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
This your boy, Trick Trick (Trick Trick, Detroit)
I got my dawg Ice Cube in this motherfucker (Lench Mob)
I got my dawg Lil
and a cheap trick that can’t lose
If you’d sing my tune
My head hurts
And I’ve been making it worse
Filling it with ideals
Making my way through
Morning
shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me
Cause I don't weep and I don't sleep
Save that motherfucker black, cause talk is cheap
And uh, since you got beef
boo'd up
Looking at her plate, thinking she can fuck her food up
Ain't measured by her morals, she just threw the ruler
Cheap tricks, looking for a way
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