1.PA Nigga
作詞：Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman
Man, I been feelin' caged in
They try to stop us shackled us and dropped us
Tacklers, slackers, no propers, just smack us
Floppers, pro-tractors, ho-hoppers attack us
Broke crackers, no actors just coppers with choppers
Can't stand us, we chose the scandalous
Who planned this your people？
Fuck that you hero bucked at by weavels
And muskrats to seagulls
Touch that to bank rolls and C-notes
To stank hoes and beagles
Drunk folks, clay folks, gay folks
Now we go to peep holes
Leave your insurance for your clearance
Bitch, I roll for gun for endurance not a gimmick
Nigga this ain't, 'Mommy Dearest'
A lot a said and clearing the closest and the freshest
This is that underground shit from Port Arson, Texas
I'm a PA nigga, trill ass nigga
How the fuck you figure you can buck me down nigga
I don't fuck around nigga I'm from the underground nigga
Keep a bad yellow bitch that can fuck me down nigga
I'm a PA nigga, trill ass nigga
How the fuck you figure you can buck me down nigga
I don't fuck around nigga I'm from the underground nigga
Keep mack up in my shit for my fucking pound nigga, what？
I'm a big body flipper, syrup sipper
I keep two bitches
So they call me Jack Tripper
Three years coming it, four as a rider
Only room for one dick bitch
When I'm knocking you down
Got that dope by the pound, red jag on the ground
You can hear when I'm coming because I'm bangin' surround
And I'm getting my paper, so bitch fuck what you heard
My niggas ready to hit it they just wait for the word
Sell pipes and birds, water and herb
But not on the corner because my ho self-serve
When I'm ridin' the city, my car might swerve
My vision be blurred but I don't hit the curb
I got rich in the ghetto with my microphone
Everything I ride on wood and chrome
Ever since 'Big Pimpin'
I've been seeing the clones
Now everybody on they videos
Doing a sweet Jones
I'm a PA nigga, trill ass nigga
How the fuck you figure you can buck me down nigga
I don't fuck around nigga I'm from the underground nigga
Keep a bad yellow bitch that can fuck me down nigga
I'm a PA nigga, trill ass nigga
How the fuck you figure you can buck me down nigga
I don't fuck around nigga I'm from the underground nigga
Keep mack up in my shit for my fucking pound nigga, what？
We runnin' through this rap game in break neck speed
Break neck speed blocks like begs please
Your lex keys, your checks freeze
Your bank account shut down over seas
And both of these and toke of these
While blowin' trees with cloves of G's
Move over please, make room for elbows
We sell folks we sell those
Felons in jail clothes, it get sticky like Velcro
Gently rub her semen women get tied up in scotch tape
Now watch fate take it up a notch
Wait, a hot date？
Baddies boppin' under the sun, get blunted with Bun
This summer we shun all inhibitions
No wonder we gunnin', now watch a stunner become a livin'
landmark
Mercury, glistening fuck who dissing it, diss me
Can't miss me just can't relate bitch, this my history date
No driven for this we wait, to determine 'till eternally burning
Quote my destiny, child you're learning it？
I'm a PA nigga, trill ass nigga
How the fuck you figure you can buck me down nigga
I don't fuck around nigga I'm from the underground nigga
Keep a bad yellow bitch that can fuck me down nigga
I'm a PA nigga, trill ass nigga
How the fuck you figure you can buck me down nigga
I don't fuck around nigga I'm from the underground nigga
Keep mack up in my shit for my fucking pound nigga, what？
2.Like a Pimp
作詞：B Baine, Eric Barrier, Paul Beauregard, Chad Butler, L Crane,
Bernard Freeman, William Griffin, Jordan Houston, Stuart Jordan,
Todd Shaw, Wesley Weston, Barry White
Say bitch, I'm thinking of a master plan
And I'm bringing this paper faster than
These other lil' bastards can
So I'm digging in my mind for the bitches I broke
And keep a player paid in full 'cause pimping ain't no joke
You want to pop that pussy that's a slim ass chance
Put the paper in the panties when you get that dance
This C O D nigga, so you can keep your nuh plastic cards
No checks, no money orders, Visas or Master Cards
Original old school rock balling rappers
Bitches still say we high side call us sky cappers
But why slap us when you think a nigga down on his luck
You try and flag us when you see us coming down in a buck
Now, what the fuck part of the game taught y'all that bitch
play？
See, we makes a bitch pay like a bitch weigh
And then a bitch stay wouldn't sit still, fuck how this shit
feel
This ain't studio pimpin', this shit real pimpin'
I got them bitches popping pussy getting buck
And you know that we couldn't give a fuck
I got them bitches on the corner selling cock
And the game that we go don't stop
I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup
And you know that we always blowing herb
And in the club, man, you know we stay strapped
And bitch, you know that it ain't about this rap
To many niggaz out here buying hoes a meal
Nigga that ain't the way a bitch supposed to feel
I close the deal from the front door
Fuck me right and suck me tight
And you just might hit the blunt hoe
I don't stunt and blow smoke up your ass, baby
But don't be acting all saditty with class baby
You with a nigga such as my self it'll cost you
So pay before a nigga fuck around and be the tosser
Sweet Jones, Gripping Grain
With all that shit you talk ain't got no bezatine chain
And most of y'all niggaz ain't nothing but tricks
But we sipping lean and breaking bricks
Popping pills, work the wood wheel
Fuck where you're from and fuck how you feel
If you want to go to war, I'll take you to war
I got an AK 47 and a tek in the car
I got them bitches popping pussy getting buck
And you know that we couldn't give a fuck
I got them bitches on the corner selling cock
And the game that I got don't stop
I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup
And you know that we always blowing herb
And in the club, man, you know we stay strapped
And bitch, you know that it ain't about this rap
Bitch, niggaz getting hit in the front
I give a fuck, bitch, you can hit the blunt
And everyday young boys that's paid
Lay it down when we chopping on the blades
I'm always trying to put in work, niggaz wanna do my dirt
Balling down on Beale Street, sipping on a pint of syrup
Chopping up the chronic weed, picking all the fucking seeds
Trying to slow my roll, in my trunk, I got them fucking keys
Always riding Chevy things, shining on them twanky things
Kids, I'm a role model, police, I'm a dope man
Can't forget to check my traps, got me cheese a player slap
People say, that pimping dead, never has it left my mouth
Optimos a fifth of crown, red eyes with a frown
Niggaz with them gold teeth, fast talking on the town
Some of us are under cover, make your baby mama love us
Knot in my right pocket, left pocket got them rubbers
Right hand Rolex watch, stuffed shirt plastic glock
Back pocket Chevy keys, ready for the brain wash
I'ma go pimp a bitch, I'ma like wicked witch
Always got to watch your friends, backstabbers 'cause a snitch
Now see, let me blow your mind the real business in the wind
The main thing fucking up these hoes is their fucking friends
You remember back in day it was niggaz pimping hoes
Take a look around now it be hoes pimping hoes
What the business, what the deal, man, these hoes got me fucked
Make me walk up in the strip and kind of get like buck
Oh, you fucking with my cheese, oh, you fucking with my paper
Bitch, you got to pay the piper even if you straight rape her
I ain't mad about my girl licking pussy with a girl
'Cause she got to get it done but that thing ain't my world
Bitch, I'll tell you what your job and your job nonstop
I need the spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch
I need the Coke keys, door keys, low keys, rover keys
On knees and Bentley's, Mozzarella cheese
Now nigga, now you talking hoes get to walking
And I ain't trying to hear that bullshit, bitch, walk
I got them bitches popping pussy getting buck
And you know that we couldn't give a fuck
I got them bitches on the corner selling cock
And the game that I got, don't stop
I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup
And you know that we always blowing herb
And in the club, man, you know we stay strapped
And bitch, you know that it ain't about this rap
Bitch, niggaz, getting hit in the front
I give a fuck, bitch, you can hit the blunt
And everyday young boys that's paid
Lay it down when we chopping on the blades
Hold up
3.Let Me See It
作詞：Bullock, Chad L Butler, Davis, Bernard James Freeman,
Mcdaniel, Mizell, Simmons
Let me see it, let me see it
Let me see it, let me see it
Let me see it, let me see it
Let me see it, bend over and let me see it
Let me see it, let me see it
Let me see it, let me see it
Let me see it, let me see it
Bend over and let me see it
Now, from the city that I live in
To the city where I'm from
For all the hoes that we done did
And the hoes that we ain't done
From the ones that fuck for shrimp
To the ones that fuck for cum
If you ain't fittin' ta fuck, pimp
Then you ain't fittin' ta fuck, Bun
Hoes from the 'hood
That live to keep it live
And some office buildin' boppers
Workin' 9 to 5
Ball, playa, baby, mama bitches
But to me it ain't no thang
Let that monkey hang
Baby, let me see it
See it, see it, let me see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Bend over, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Bend over, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Bend over, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Bend over, see it, see it
Go'on and let a nigga peak
And let a nigga poke
Go'on get nigga from his street
And let a nigga see it
Go'on and let a nigga peak
And let a nigga poke
Go'on get nigga from his street
And let a nigga see it
Go'on and let a nigga peak
And let a nigga poke
Go'on get nigga from his street
And let a nigga stroke
See, I know that you a freak
From passin' to my folk
Let me bust it in yo' cheek
You muthafuckin' choke
It's nothin' but a G thang
Baby, when you suck it
Steady frontin' in yo' G string
Go'on lemme fuck it
See, we know that you a pro
From shakin' and tuckin'
'Coz we some grown muthafuckas
Like to get naked, buck it
From the back, to the front
And to the side
In the 'lac, wit' a blunt
Now, where the light？
It's a fact I've seen it
Lemme get in between it
Now, over bend, once again
Bitches, show it like ya mean it
Let me see it, let me see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Bend over, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Bend over, see it, see it
Take it off, bitch, bend over, lemme see it
I'm sweet James Jones
And a trick I couldn't be it, got a
Take it off, bitch, bend over, lemme see it
I'm sweet James Jones
And a trick I couldn't
Take it off, bitch, bend over, lemme see it
I'm sweet James Jones
And a trick I couldn't be it
Yo' a young brown stallion
And she 20 years old
When she pop it from the back
You see that hairy asshole
From the A-T-L hoes, to the H town strippers
To the boppers in Deville
Suckin' us and pullin' zippers
Now, it how it make you feel
When you see a pimp shine？
Bitch, you wastin' too much time
Get back up on yo' grind
Let me see it, let me see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Bend over, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Bend over, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Bend over, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Let me see it, see it, see it
Bend over, see it, see it
I'm a country ass nigga
I fucked wit' yo' wife
If yo' bitch come around
We put some dick in her life
Niggas ain't real, must'a started smokin' rocks
It all fell down, 'cause they was bitin' too much pac
But what goes up, must come down
While these bitches suckin' dick
And droppin' to the ground
But what goes up, must come down
While these bitches suckin' dick
And droppin' to the ground
But what goes up, must come down
While these bitches suckin' dick
And droppin' to the ground
City, every town, I'm ballin' in the mix
I'm servin' niggas bricks
Keep a bad yellow bitch
On my team, sippin' lean
Ain't no thang of the past
The '84 Beritz with the slant back ass
Keepin' me a pro, next to my fo'
Instead of stackin' cheese
He steady screamin' to that hoe, let me see it
Fuck ass nigga, fuck ass nigga
Get yo' mind on yo' money
Hol' up, hol' up, UGK bitch
Representin' that south, that south
And this ain't no muthafuckin' Hip-Hop records
These country rap tunes, hol' up
4.Dirty Money
作詞：Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Kenneth Gamble, Leon
Huff, Anthony Jackson
Say, look here man I'm a rapper, hold up, let me take that back
I make rap music but that don't mean all a nigga do is rap
But that don't matter I've been labeled, stigmatized,
stereotyped
There's an entertainment disease worse than cancer, a venereal
type
I spit imperial type game like Digga from the Squad
But they act like they can't separate a real nigga from the
fraud
Rule number one, never send a boy to fuck a grown ass lady
And respect the game 'cause the game is known to be gone fast
baby
Now It's a long pass maybe you should try diving for it
Fools act like they striving for it hit total request live and
blow it
Knowing ain't a giving and nothing is, see all this candy coated
And bluffing is detrimental to our beautiful black southern kids
Enough of this man, let's get this here straight like creases
It's a never ending cycle and motion that never ceases
It's compresses and releases and for the love of Jesus
It's breaks the soul, now we forever left to pick up the pieces
It's dirty money
Niggas laughing but ain't a damn thing funny
You gotta have paper in this land of milk and honey
Yeah, it's bright outside but not necessarily sunny
And no matter how you make it, it's all dirty money baby
Niggas laughing but ain't a damn thing funny
You gotta have paper in this land of milk and honey
Yeah, it's bright outside but not necessarily sunny
And no matter how you make it, it's all dirty money baby
Every drug I sold was for the dirty money
Most of my niggas is dead because the game is funny
You could get your life took at the drop of the dime
But I'ma pimp till the end and keep my money on mind
Most of my life I've been broke trying to save my bread
I never ask to be hustling now I watch out for feds
'Cause niggas be talking and giving up game
About the cheese, the green, the pills, the coke D's
I marry my pockets, so now I chase my queen
Keep a thang for the haters with the red beam
Every since fifteen I've been a big money fiend
Sippin' cold codeine and pulling up clean
Popping up at the spot and dropping the top
Niggas laughing but ain't a damn thing funny
You gotta have paper in this land of milk and honey
Yeah, it's bright outside but not necessarily sunny
And no matter how you make it, it's all dirty money baby
You can't get no house, no car
No weed, no bar, no flash, no show
No class, no flow, no help, no love
No liquor, no drug, no clique, no crew
No tracks to flow to, no pager, no phone
No flavor, no zone, no fiend, no cut, no wife, no slut
No name nowhere in the game to get me five
No nothing without that dirty ass M O N E Y
Niggas laughing but ain't a damn thing funny
You gotta have paper in this land of milk and honey
Yeah, it's bright outside but not necessarily sunny
And no matter how you make it, it's all dirty money baby
My momma taught me what the value of a dollar should be
But everybody I saw balling was rolling selling Ki's
In the late 80's niggas pulling up on D's
Putting dick up in these hoes and making 'em pay fees
Learn how to ride dirty 'cause ain't shit for free
Then all them niggas got popped that's all I needed to see
For some the dope game cool 'cause that's all that they could be
I know God ain't put me down here just to be serving no fiends
I know God ain't put me down here just to be serving no fiends
Niggas laughing but ain't a damn thing funny
You gotta have paper in this land of milk and honey
Yeah, it's bright outside but not necessarily sunny
And no matter how you make it, it's all dirty money baby
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