Yeah,
I've never seen a tiger before in life
I mean,
a nigga sellin' out over a hoe
But you know,
your hoe could be the next hoe
With my hoe, yeah
Once upon a time you know
I had a mighty daddy
Just me and him and the
A -Troy
Caddy
The hookers would stare and
the niggas would grin
Just let the wheels spin,
let the wheels spin
You know we had to get
that proper roll on
Butts popped with the tire and
we had to get the stroll on
Came up on some wank tears
that I knew from way back when
In 1982
They tried to push up on my honey
All smilin' in his face,
but that shit wasn't funny
They thought they would
try to take my man
Unh, shake my man
Uh -huh, break my man
Yeah, break like a flick, but I'd be broke
The fuck a figure in front of my nigga
and they play me for a joke
No, cause this time it's not happenin'
I snatch them bamboos
out and start stompin'
See, I don't stork double,
but I got the bust up of a lover
Bitch, who wanna play me
like a two -dollar trick?
Rip the shit up, grab his keys and cut
Y 'all step through by a bitch
with a chip on her shoulder
But I told her that I
would have to show her
And I would have to fold her like a love
letter from the second grade
Look over at my nigga and
he's grinning
Confusing my head and my mind is spinning,
but it's
All over a hook,
because stupid niggas are al ways up there
I remain in my
Shoji, but I'd rather stack dol lars,
let my mind feel free
All over a hook,
because stupid niggas are al ways up there
I remain in my
Shoji, but I'd rather stack dollars,
let my mind feel free
Cause too many niggas,
too many niggas want to keep a bitch down
Oh, oh wait a minute
Too many niggas,
too many niggas want to keep a bitch down
Oh hold up, oh hold up
Too many niggas, too many niggas want
to keep a bitch down
So now you see me coming back,
watch me form the fly shit
I gotta get it straight when the
shit get scandalous
Cause I don't run around town
fucking around second guessing
But somethin' inside told me to
trust my bitch's intuition
Now should I listen?
Shhh, quiet step
Don't want nobody know
in' where I step
Sayin' to myself,
how the fuck can I deal with it?
All the bitch -taped salads that I
strike with and I strash it
And give her a
G to see what the bitch can find out for me
So you want a little action?
Cause I'll be damned if
I get played like
LaJoya
Jackson
And if I'm played,
I'll take it like a woman
I'ma get up to the curb
and hit it shorter than
Gary
Coleman
So the bitch was down for the shit
Cause bitches can set up
a nigga faster than a mafia
Hit click, or should I get in smoke?
Nope, here's what happened to the
nigga that played me close
Told the hoe to meet my nigga at the
Latham
And make sure,
Sally, that you fuck him, and fuck him
Here's a mini mi crophone
to put in your purse
And I'm sure that your stanky ass
don't have to rehearse
It's like, sure enough,
my nigga rolled up
Gee, it was dark as a motherfucker,
but I could still see
So she fin ished the job
without lagging
Got the nigga on tape like
Jimmy
Swaggart
And it's just as we had planned
All over a hoe,
because stupid niggas are al ways on the go
I remain in my soul, gee,
but I'd rather stack dollars, let my mind feel free
All over a hoe,
because stupid niggas are always on the go
I remain in my soul, gee,
but I'd stack dollars, let my mind feel free
Too many niggas, too many niggas,
gonna keep a bitch down
But not them, too many niggas,
too many niggas wanna keep a bitch down
Now I really know that nigga
promises ain't true
Cause I said many times
I'd die without you
Oh, I should've seen through ya
I guess the only thing that
you was good for was a
Punani eater
Now I bet you got cold
water upstairs
Then you got sugar on the candy cane
You think you're goin'
out to fuck another bitch
Come home and fuck me, boy,
you must be insane
Well, the next day the nigga came over
He pulled up in one of our rides, a
Range
Rover
He walked in the house
thinkin' everything is right
I said to the nigga, have fun last night
He said, whoa, whoa, whoa,
what do you mean?
I said, go take a shower,
cause your dick ain't clean
I was belly -less feelin',
oh, did you taste great?
I can't say shit, I got it all on tape
Yeah, motherfucker,
here's your last kiss
Cause I ain't puttin'
up with that bullshit
All over a hoe,
because two -bit niggas are al ways on the go
I remain in my zone, gee,
but I'd rather smack diamonds than my mind feel free
All over a hoe, because two -bit
niggas are always on the go
I remain in my zone, gee,
but I'd rather smack diamonds than my mind feel free
Too many niggas wanna keep my bitch down,
but not me
Too many niggas wanna keep a bitch down,
so I got a plan
Too many niggas, they wanna keep a,
keep a, keep a bitch down
Ha, because too many nig
gas always on the go
I remain in my zone, that's true
But I relax like
I'mma set my mind still free
All over, I hump
Because too many niggas always on the go
I remain in my doggy
I better wrap my stack dollars
Let my mind feel free
All over my house
Because you big niggas are always on me
I remain in my doggy
I better wrap my stack dollars
Let my mind free
