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  • What you rhyme mayne?
    You always spend
    G's How much cash you got that you can lend me?
    Think I'll pay you back, think you flossin hard
    When you ridin down the strip in yo' boss's car?
    With your silver chain on and your fake diamonds
    Cain't do it right but you stay tryin
    You got big dreams, to hit a lick quick
    And buy a brand new house, but you ain't get *****t
    Wouldn't even know what to do if you had bread
    How to be a baller - can you pass the test?
    There's more than one way to hit the top
    Trunk full of **** ***** don't get stopped
    Take it to the house and bag it up
    Make that money and stack it up
    Or spend it all in one place, what you want from me?
    I can't tell you how to run yo' company
    And don't start *****in bout
    Too $hort
    What the *****
    I wanna listen to you fo'?
    Look at you, you ain't all that successful
    Them plates ain't made out of
    Cristal You just regular, plain ol' frontin
    You come from nowhere and you don't claim nuttin
    Stop bein phony, actin hella hard
    Girl at the mall, maxin your credit card
    Answer your cell phone, now you smilin
    Talk to your girl, man it's been a while
    Since she left to go shoppin, girl where you at?
    She out havin lunch with a player mack
    I'm in the background, don't trip partner
    Just munchin on the lunch that your ***** bought me
    She don't love you, she just used to you
    Got your mom and them wonderin what she do to you [Chorus:]
    I don't pay hoes,
    I turn 'em
    I teach hoes, you learn 'em
    How we get them hoes, don't concern 'em
    The old fa*****oned way, we earn 'em
    I been in the game,
    I did it I'm true to the game,
    I'm so committed
    I got a lot of hoe money, where you get it
    The old fa*****oned way,
    I just spit it
    I'm pimpish,
    I never let hoes pimp me
    I let one ***** get me, and instantly
    She dipped to
    Mexico, I'ma get you hoe
    I'ma find you and check you like a physical
    I'm not a doctor, but
    I cut a ***** open
    With this game have her broken never quit hoein
    A bad habit,
    I picked up along the way
    Break a *****, and make a new song every day
    I do my own thing,
    I'm original
    I was "Born to Mack" when
    I came in the do'
    Just so you know,
    I got the game from the
    East Lake
    Merritt(?) to
    Sobranny(?) in them
    East Oakland streets
    Took my game on the road, became a millionaire
    Tell the world get ready for a real player
    And so it happened,
    I grabbed the mic and start rappin
    Make that money keep stackin
    I made a new album, fourteen times
    Hoes screamin out
    Too $hort keep rhymin
    I got rich screamin
    ***** My favorite word;
    I hear it on -
    E'RYBODY *****t
    And when they say it like me,
    I couldn't want mo'
    Send a special thanks out to yo'
    Uncle $hort
    Do yo' thang nephew, y'know
    I'm down witcha
    Stay strapped, watch yo' back, don't let the town getcha
    And when you get mad, try to use your brain
    Get some street etiquette, don't abuse the game
    You know us real ones, you know we never bite
    When these hoes start *****t you know we never fight
    Cause I'd be layin on the ground feelin real silly
    All I did was ***** his *****, that ***** still killed me
    And even though
    I know a sucker spent all his cash
    Just so he could ***** and try to get some ass [Chorus]
  • What you rhyme mayne?
    You always spend
    G's How much cash you got that you can lend me?
    Think I'll pay you back, think you flossin hard
    When you ridin down the strip in yo' boss's car?
    With your silver chain on and your fake diamonds
    Cain't do it right but you stay tryin
    You got big dreams, to hit a lick quick
    And buy a brand new house, but you ain't get *****t
    Wouldn't even know what to do if you had bread
    How to be a baller - can you pass the test?
    There's more than one way to hit the top
    Trunk full of **** ***** don't get stopped
    Take it to the house and bag it up
    Make that money and stack it up
    Or spend it all in one place, what you want from me?
    I can't tell you how to run yo' company
    And don't start *****in bout
    Too $hort
    What the *****
    I wanna listen to you fo'?
    Look at you, you ain't all that successful
    Them plates ain't made out of
    Cristal You just regular, plain ol' frontin
    You come from nowhere and you don't claim nuttin
    Stop bein phony, actin hella hard
    Girl at the mall, maxin your credit card
    Answer your cell phone, now you smilin
    Talk to your girl, man it's been a while
    Since she left to go shoppin, girl where you at?
    She out havin lunch with a player mack
    I'm in the background, don't trip partner
    Just munchin on the lunch that your ***** bought me
    She don't love you, she just used to you
    Got your mom and them wonderin what she do to you [Chorus:]
    I don't pay hoes,
    I turn 'em
    I teach hoes, you learn 'em
    How we get them hoes, don't concern 'em
    The old fa*****oned way, we earn 'em
    I been in the game,
    I did it I'm true to the game,
    I'm so committed
    I got a lot of hoe money, where you get it
    The old fa*****oned way,
    I just spit it
    I'm pimpish,
    I never let hoes pimp me
    I let one ***** get me, and instantly
    She dipped to
    Mexico, I'ma get you hoe
    I'ma find you and check you like a physical
    I'm not a doctor, but
    I cut a ***** open
    With this game have her broken never quit hoein
    A bad habit,
    I picked up along the way
    Break a *****, and make a new song every day
    I do my own thing,
    I'm original
    I was "Born to Mack" when
    I came in the do'
    Just so you know,
    I got the game from the
    East Lake
    Merritt(?) to
    Sobranny(?) in them
    East Oakland streets
    Took my game on the road, became a millionaire
    Tell the world get ready for a real player
    And so it happened,
    I grabbed the mic and start rappin
    Make that money keep stackin
    I made a new album, fourteen times
    Hoes screamin out
    Too $hort keep rhymin
    I got rich screamin
    ***** My favorite word;
    I hear it on -
    E'RYBODY *****t
    And when they say it like me,
    I couldn't want mo'
    Send a special thanks out to yo'
    Uncle $hort
    Do yo' thang nephew, y'know
    I'm down witcha
    Stay strapped, watch yo' back, don't let the town getcha
    And when you get mad, try to use your brain
    Get some street etiquette, don't abuse the game
    You know us real ones, you know we never bite
    When these hoes start *****t you know we never fight
    Cause I'd be layin on the ground feelin real silly
    All I did was ***** his *****, that ***** still killed me
    And even though
    I know a sucker spent all his cash
    Just so he could ***** and try to get some ass [Chorus]