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I saw the game was in need of a real artist, so I started grinding.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #4,294
Peak in subgenre #2,298
Author
Phillip Swope
Rights
Chea Mayne Music Productions
Uploaded
April 11, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 3:32
Lyrics
I’ve been doing this shit since the earth was roamed by Vikings,
Ganja lookin diet cuz that killas only light green,
Screamin fuck the world like you ain’t even right B,
But I don’t give a damn cuz, Oh I think they like me,
I’m a hustla, selling porn to nuns,
And for you bustas I got foreign guns,
I-ran clans with Iraq gats,
So this no special sauce when the mac splat,
This is fact jack, it is what it is,
And if you need the drugs, I’m the kid wit the biz,
And if nigs let you live, it’s a grievance of luck,
So truthfully you dumb bitches, I’m conceited as fuck,
And I don’t want ya girl but she stiff with the dome,
So when you go to call and I pick up the phone,
Don’t try to talk shit just listen and know,
I got the pimpinest stroll…
I’ll be putting on my pants and zippin up like zones,
I keep ya wifey on the phone, and she textin-ing me,
Cause I got her back wet like the Mexicans be,
And she already seen my grown and sexy with green,
How I got to college and sold the freshman fifteen,
So nigga holla at the real if you wanting the deal,
And you can check my niggas waist they got something concealed,
Plus ya girl prolly think I reinvented the wheel,
I make it hard for her to walk like she got on the heels.
And This right here, might be lightening in a bottle,
I’m might to a model, ask the hype man what’s my motto,
If it ain’t bout money, then I ain’t fuckin wit it,
And it ain’t fuckin wit me, Die Tryin like Fifty,
Or Get Rich, I’m all about the quick flip,
I pitch it, like I’m standing on the mound,
And Outstanding is my sound, when I’m cooking up these raps,
Plus I’m scrambling for a pound, like I’m lookin for some dap,
Ever since a young age, I been trying to get paid,
Flip haze, whip stays beating like a quick slave,
On the run… long enough, now I’m on the prowl,
Shittin on another one like I got some bad bowels.
We be dropping hits on ya chicks, like a drunk husband,
Beating on his bitch, I’m repeating I’m the shit,
I’ll be cheating til I’m rich, if you talking out ya lips,
We gone treat you like a snitch, leave you leakin on the strip,
Got a crew of lil mans, got some chickens running scams,
Once I get the skittled benz, they gone say “You Done It Man”,
You gone see me run it man, like Chris Brown dance,
Until I get my advance, of at least a hundred grand.
Though I’m growing up more and more, I’m grinding like its just before,
Hanging on the corner store, I’m giving out the order forms,
What you got, what you need, polices might be listening,
But I ain’t stopping shit til both of my wristest gleam.
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