(feat. P.S.D. & Mac Lee) [Verse 1: P.S.D.] I told they: Good is pee'as We just don't give a *************t 'bout that huch If you ain't blowin' don't touch Orum, capulatin', Playa-Hatas get baddered Get a suck ass to the pisa and the rest don't matter Hoochie, Kochie, came down for Uchie, tryin' to clown y'all Get sourround in Hammer Southpark re-see downer N... 2Deep and Manish come about them pantses On the table, on the frigidy, on the couch, on the canvas Uhmm... Assholes and ellbows - Tell hoes it's pimpy Gon' play a huch till I die, so go arach from respect me Crew thanger, Hoo Banger, Bad braw breathness And devide hoes like the Looies - Playa *************t forever I took a flight to Ohio High - oh Selver header, young sister, but a hoe Chick is grabbed to a liver Give a ************* Live it up Lil Huch don't hide it devide it Make a wooooord [Verse 2: Mac Lee] Ohh Best my touch upon the scrill' Fo' real Servin' comebacks Because they seem to love it Oh, feel nickle thang, relate it Captain saver Never huch and trust homie Shake and fake some phonies Got the Poni-es Whizzahs! On the po-one H-Spotter Then I got her All up in her face She's straight lace It's paper chase and taxes to the thirdy And dressed to impress if the tram-************* worthy Don't "Sir" me No, Biatch Please... I'ma trees with my cuddies If it ain't hoes then it's money Act funny if you wanna Up in the corner to the Country-Club, Cressside Californiaaaaa I told you, though, you hit it hoe, The cloud, If your lungs stick Coo' thang niggers ain't down with that dumb *************t Not one ************* but two hoes Big banks and new clothes It's tha path I choose, fo' real, no so choose yours! [Verse 3: Jay Tee] Up in a big, blown caddy nine-lighter seville We ridd'n right on the side and playa fo' real I got's to skill So tear it off, kick down, break bread P.S.D., Mac Lee, Jay Tee - shake phaaat International player try'na pass go ************* give me your cashflow and everythin I ask fo' I make the grass grow greener Just a little cleaner then the average V-Town savage This can be lavage Plushed out ice-cold 8.1 ain't the nice pay - the prize is sold So let you pin the loadem in a moudy Gett'n rowdy Cousin' rockets Three mother******s about they pay talkin' *************t all day As up fo' sho' we gon' stay'a Go to bay'a Been take a brought down on our way'a... Hmmm [Outro: Jay Tee] Yeah, you know A mother****** gon' get payed, partner The gorgers So we hit the strip The ************* gon' grind And the mouthpiece will *************ne So chock this up as a confirm for kill By 3 real mother******' players
(feat. P.S.D. & Mac Lee) [Verse 1: P.S.D.] I told they: Good is pee'as We just don't give a *************t 'bout that huch If you ain't blowin' don't touch Orum, capulatin', Playa-Hatas get baddered Get a suck ass to the pisa and the rest don't matter Hoochie, Kochie, came down for Uchie, tryin' to clown y'all Get sourround in Hammer Southpark re-see downer N... 2Deep and Manish come about them pantses On the table, on the frigidy, on the couch, on the canvas Uhmm... Assholes and ellbows - Tell hoes it's pimpy Gon' play a huch till I die, so go arach from respect me Crew thanger, Hoo Banger, Bad braw breathness And devide hoes like the Looies - Playa *************t forever I took a flight to Ohio High - oh Selver header, young sister, but a hoe Chick is grabbed to a liver Give a ************* Live it up Lil Huch don't hide it devide it Make a wooooord [Verse 2: Mac Lee] Ohh Best my touch upon the scrill' Fo' real Servin' comebacks Because they seem to love it Oh, feel nickle thang, relate it Captain saver Never huch and trust homie Shake and fake some phonies Got the Poni-es Whizzahs! On the po-one H-Spotter Then I got her All up in her face She's straight lace It's paper chase and taxes to the thirdy And dressed to impress if the tram-************* worthy Don't "Sir" me No, Biatch Please... I'ma trees with my cuddies If it ain't hoes then it's money Act funny if you wanna Up in the corner to the Country-Club, Cressside Californiaaaaa I told you, though, you hit it hoe, The cloud, If your lungs stick Coo' thang niggers ain't down with that dumb *************t Not one ************* but two hoes Big banks and new clothes It's tha path I choose, fo' real, no so choose yours! [Verse 3: Jay Tee] Up in a big, blown caddy nine-lighter seville We ridd'n right on the side and playa fo' real I got's to skill So tear it off, kick down, break bread P.S.D., Mac Lee, Jay Tee - shake phaaat International player try'na pass go ************* give me your cashflow and everythin I ask fo' I make the grass grow greener Just a little cleaner then the average V-Town savage This can be lavage Plushed out ice-cold 8.1 ain't the nice pay - the prize is sold So let you pin the loadem in a moudy Gett'n rowdy Cousin' rockets Three mother******s about they pay talkin' *************t all day As up fo' sho' we gon' stay'a Go to bay'a Been take a brought down on our way'a... Hmmm [Outro: Jay Tee] Yeah, you know A mother****** gon' get payed, partner The gorgers So we hit the strip The ************* gon' grind And the mouthpiece will *************ne So chock this up as a confirm for kill By 3 real mother******' players
