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Peak #3,964
Peak in subgenre #1,866
Author
Southside Money Makers
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Lil' P-NUS
Uploaded
April 24, 2005
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Lyrics
(Verse 1)
So its about 2 PM I got a morning wood
Starts off like every day in da hood
I get up throw a white T-Shirt ova my wife beater
Put on my baggy jeans and some white sneakers
Polish my gold teeth that be full of bling
Grab ma gold chains and my diamond rings
Time to roll out and get me some food
I'm thinking that a sausage biscuit sounds good
Walk down to tha corna of da block
Mc'y D's got dat joint on lock
I go in and try to place my orda
They trippin tellin me breakfast has ended
That was it, they pushed me past da border
Some say I broke da law then
I say nah, it just got bended
I was pissed off and burnt it to da ground
Came around for not giving me hash browns
No witnesses to tell da tale
If they saw it they tunred pale
Cap'd em all; I dont like no snitches
WHineing to da cops; they some bitches
Rolled to Sonic; they had me covered
Breakfast all day like no other
Three rolls around time to make dat paper
So I head down to da corna to sling them things
I got the best prices for the best shit
My weed gets you high off just one hit
Hit ma icel you be trippin' fo days
I got da whole city locked; even da bays
After a while trading green for green
I bounce ova to play video games with ma man Dean
(Chorus)
This is just a day in my life
(Repeat x2)
(Verse 2)
When we just beat level three
I get a call from my homie Lee
He told me bout these foos be trippin
Bout time to do some gat grippin
He lets me know how its going down
They is chillin at the otha side of town
Hop in da car drive by real fast
Pull out da glocks and blast they ass
Thats what you get fo wearing red
We drive by then you dead
Bout that time we go out to eat
Time to order only the finest meat
Prime rib; juicy and tender
I got pissed when they wouldnt take my tender
Whats this about no food stamps?
Waitress must have been PMSin wit dem cramps
Forget about it I dine and dash
Back to the house to smoke some hash
Fore da bank closes unemployment checks cash'd
Sun is settin; my day is startin
Time to get ready at my apartment
Hop in da shopwa to get clean
Spray my cologne and afro sheen
Go in my closet for da finest suits
Grab some socks and my party boots
Polish my gold chains till they shine
Bling yo face when I say you fine
Bout now I'm ready to get my party on
I'm ready to go buck wild till da break of dawn
CHORUS
(Verse 3)
About time to go out clubbin
Tell the bartender get it bubblin
Everyone knows I'm the life of the part (AY!)
I light the place up like a match to a fart (HEY!)
Bottles of crystal get me wild
Girls grindin like they want my child
Poppin ex left and right
Give me glow sticks; my dance is tight
Lil' P-NUS keeps it live day and night
All these women want my pimp juice
Cause my dance is wild like Footloose (FOOTLOOSE!)
They all know I be hung like a noose
Every lady wants to cook my goose
So while they grindin my diamonds be blindin
They turn around I smack they hind end
When the club closes I got 20 digits
Few blondes, redhead, and a midget
The club closes I say good-bye
Time to get myself all high
I'll tell you now, ain't no lie
I took enough hits to make Snoop die
For most people ten pounds of shrooms
Always spells doom
But Lil' P-NUS don't fuck around
I take all that shit down
SO much vodka I almost drown
If I knew I'd tell you just how many
Bitches I bent ova
Big pimpin' just like HOVA
Bout 4AM I'm driving home
Probably all over the wrong side of da road
CHORUS
