8Ball & MJG — So What U Sayin
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So What U Sayin 8Ball & MJG06:18
Текст песни: So What U Sayin
[Intro: Rodney Ellis] Hoo…hey, listen baby, oh no no, oh Hey, listen baby, hoo… [Verse 1: MJG] MJ-fucking-G and I’ll still be a fucking victim Stick them, things into the air and then I pick them Punks who, thought that they could catch me on the creep tip Three slip, quickly when I unloaded my 9 clip As I tip slowly to my muh-fuckin’ Lexus Next it’s trouble for a nigga down in Texas Check this: police pull me over on the highway Why they, jack me up, I don’t know, so I act and I stay Heartless toward the muthafuckin’ system Get them devils out the office then I trick them Suckas, crackers musta thought I was a cookie, rookie Cop got dropped when he took the notion That he could fuck with me, it was a dream A pump or, somethin’ in his hand made him run up, sun up A Klansmember really got me fucked up, plus us Black folks ain’t goin’ for that stuff, nigga, so what you sayin’ [Chorus: Rodney Ellis] Money (ho, so much money) and bitches (and bitches, baby) Candy paint (candy paint) and switches (and switches) Top let down, and I’m sky high (and I’m sky high, baby) So what’cha sayin’, nigga? I’ma get by [Verse 2: Eightball] Hell yeah, a real nigga, straight from the streets of the Mound With nappy hair and gold teeth shining under my crown And I must pack the fat bud sack And my gat for the niggas who don’t know how to act Fuck that, gotta be a rebel in the 9-4 Hell is waiting for me, but I refuse to go Cops try to treat me just like Rodney Pull a nigga over but they did not see the Uzi What must I do, should I blast on the 5-O? Then I’ll be another black man on death row Sitting in my cell asking God for forgiveness God will forgive me, but crackers won’t forgive this Black nigga taught to kill by the white man Television got me wantin’ to live like the white man So I take a look around my neighborhood Liquor stores and pawn shops covering every block [Chorus: Rodney Ellis] Money (ho, so much money) and bitches Candy paint (love my paint job) and switches Top let down, and I’m sky high (so high, so high) So what’cha sayin’, nigga? I’ma get by [Verse 3: MJG] Guess I’m a thug with the mind of a pimp plus the heart of a hustler Trust a, dollar and my momma, fuck a busta Must a, sucka get noid in my presence Hell yeah, bitch, I got the thug type of essence Plus I, underestimate just how I rough I Can hit when I’m mixed up in all type of shit I’m a community outcast, and I’m causing lots of trouble So call them fuckin’ folks on the double But a couple of badge-wearing bitches ain’t gon’ stop me Drop the, bombs on your muthafuckin’ ass when I pop the Pins out these 20-inch grenades And spray, your ass in the past when you play Yourself tryna level with a giant, a chiefer Constantly chiefin’ hay a.k.a. potent reefer Teach a, older bitch a newer trick and keep a Hustle on my mind all the time, nigga, so what you sayin’ [Chorus: Rodney Ellis] Money (money, baby) and bitches (oh, and bitches) Candy paint (candy paint) and switches (oh, and switches) Top let down, and I’m sky high (so high, so high) So what’cha sayin’, nigga? I’ma get by (get by, baby) [Verse 4: 8Ball] Eightball and MJG on this funky funky rec Mark ass niggas get checked when they disrespect Pimpin’ at its finest from the heart of Memphis, Tennessee Busta muthafuckas need to open their eyes and look at the World as I see it, but to me, a nigga never will Comprehend through the message that I send, which is real Niggas like me from the M-O-U-N-D We just smoke and try to meditate, avoiding those who player hate Real niggas have to carry gas when it’s necessary Players haters planning to jack me, I’ll have to wet ya Bet ya, rappers who be talking all that tough shit Front them hoes like men and watch ‘em fold like a punk bitch Weak ass niggas get raised in the studio Fuckin’ around with me, I’m tryna put you in a grave, hoe Pray no nigga wants to this step mack pimp in this The South Click, so what you sayin’, bitch? [Chorus: Rodney Ellis] Money (money, money, money) and bitches (oh, and bitches) Candy paint (oh, I love my paint job) and switches (oh, and switches) Top let down, and I’m sky high (so high, so high) So what’cha sayin’, nigga? I’ma get by (I’ma get by) [Outro: Rodney Ellis] Oh, I’ve got so much money Hey, baby
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