作曲 : Johnson, Parham Shady Records own, bogus boy Ca$his, it's Ca$his *************, ah-ha ha I'm here, right back on y'all, ************* Blocc Boyz, what the bid'ness is, ************* Seven-fo', let's go! [Ca$his:] In this industry, a fifth of Hennessy I'm tryna get with the bid'ness so where the ******* be When I flick the Vogues, I'ma get the hoes In a seven-fo' Lincoln black, two do's Hope to strap shorty, take a ride with Ca$his If a ************* look wrong you gon' let him have it Say, what's your name? What kind of set you claim? I'm seven-fo' now; tell me, do you bang? We ain't ask about your mayne, cause he ain't here with us And we both know that we about to ************* You see my limo tint, but they can't see you ************* Go and pull out my *************, and put your mouth on it If you don't do it now, you'll never get the chance If you ain't puttin out *************, make other plans I still keep my money in a rubber band With the pitchfork sealed up, on the other hand [Chorus x2: Ca$his] You see them *************z runnin, you see my spinnin drum and You lookin at my face sayin that ************* a gangsta Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds And e'ry rider here know that ************* a gangsta [Ca$his:] Seen switchin lanes, off of sniffin 'caine And a sip of purp', I'm hurtin on my drank I've been doin work, you know about my gang You want me you can find me wherever that you hang I got a bigger *************, plus I'm fly as *************t You've seen me with your *************, cause I got benefits I'm a militant, AWOL lyricist Your face menstruates when I clap-clap, period I snatch cakes off the, back of you wack ************* Shady Records in your mouth, take that ************* Em I never leave, forever got your back And e'ry soldier in my squad feel like that Gangsta disciple, you mother*******s know You should've killed me, a long time ago I'm a regular ev-ery day psycho Hat to the right on sight wherever I go [Chorus] [Ca$his:] I've been provin this, for a long time And e'ry line that I write, is all mine See me walkin a straight line in daytime But I spray nines right in front, of the one-times Livin life, in the California sun*************ne But I'm the only star out, in the nighttime Flagged up, knowin suckers ain't gon' like - I'm Makin them turn they head straight boy just like mine Took the West over, I'm the real king You don't believe me, ************* you, kill me I don't fear none of y'all, meet a real G Come against me, ************* ************* you will see When you awake, and you still sleep You dead you lil' ************* boy, feel me You said you was gon' muh'****** kill me? But you bled, guess you ain't that real, G Screech [Chorus] [Outro: Ca$his] That ************* a gangsta ************* You stupid ass *************z don't know what a spinnin drum is? That's a 100-round shot clip, comin straight at you Your face, your back, your chest It don't matter to me *************, and that's real I got guns *************, I got money ************* I got riders, what the ************* you gon' do to me? I got guns *************, I got money ************* I got riders, what the ************* you gon' do to me? Nuttin, Shady Records own, bogus boy Ca$his, King Mathers! It's brought to you, by the great King Mathers I'm out, let's go! [echoes]
作曲 : Johnson, Parham Shady Records own, bogus boy Ca$his, it's Ca$his *************, ah-ha ha I'm here, right back on y'all, ************* Blocc Boyz, what the bid'ness is, ************* Seven-fo', let's go! [Ca$his:] In this industry, a fifth of Hennessy I'm tryna get with the bid'ness so where the ******* be When I flick the Vogues, I'ma get the hoes In a seven-fo' Lincoln black, two do's Hope to strap shorty, take a ride with Ca$his If a ************* look wrong you gon' let him have it Say, what's your name? What kind of set you claim? I'm seven-fo' now; tell me, do you bang? We ain't ask about your mayne, cause he ain't here with us And we both know that we about to ************* You see my limo tint, but they can't see you ************* Go and pull out my *************, and put your mouth on it If you don't do it now, you'll never get the chance If you ain't puttin out *************, make other plans I still keep my money in a rubber band With the pitchfork sealed up, on the other hand [Chorus x2: Ca$his] You see them *************z runnin, you see my spinnin drum and You lookin at my face sayin that ************* a gangsta Always gettin blunted, and holdin stacks of hundreds And e'ry rider here know that ************* a gangsta [Ca$his:] Seen switchin lanes, off of sniffin 'caine And a sip of purp', I'm hurtin on my drank I've been doin work, you know about my gang You want me you can find me wherever that you hang I got a bigger *************, plus I'm fly as *************t You've seen me with your *************, cause I got benefits I'm a militant, AWOL lyricist Your face menstruates when I clap-clap, period I snatch cakes off the, back of you wack ************* Shady Records in your mouth, take that ************* Em I never leave, forever got your back And e'ry soldier in my squad feel like that Gangsta disciple, you mother*******s know You should've killed me, a long time ago I'm a regular ev-ery day psycho Hat to the right on sight wherever I go [Chorus] [Ca$his:] I've been provin this, for a long time And e'ry line that I write, is all mine See me walkin a straight line in daytime But I spray nines right in front, of the one-times Livin life, in the California sun*************ne But I'm the only star out, in the nighttime Flagged up, knowin suckers ain't gon' like - I'm Makin them turn they head straight boy just like mine Took the West over, I'm the real king You don't believe me, ************* you, kill me I don't fear none of y'all, meet a real G Come against me, ************* ************* you will see When you awake, and you still sleep You dead you lil' ************* boy, feel me You said you was gon' muh'****** kill me? But you bled, guess you ain't that real, G Screech [Chorus] [Outro: Ca$his] That ************* a gangsta ************* You stupid ass *************z don't know what a spinnin drum is? That's a 100-round shot clip, comin straight at you Your face, your back, your chest It don't matter to me *************, and that's real I got guns *************, I got money ************* I got riders, what the ************* you gon' do to me? I got guns *************, I got money ************* I got riders, what the ************* you gon' do to me? Nuttin, Shady Records own, bogus boy Ca$his, King Mathers! It's brought to you, by the great King Mathers I'm out, let's go! [echoes]
