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Zapp IV beneath the ashtray, woofers in the backWater in the duals make loud glass packGold tippytoes without a liquor crownBought a set of vogues and left the, stickers onSeven grand worth a buck for the trunksPaid cash, all onesSome old bitch came up to me and said, "What's the latest bro?"I said, "I'm tryin to have more chips than Las Vegas hoe"She said, "Can I roll with you? I get the dicks hard"I said, "You can work the strips and on my boulevard""How much would I make?" I said, "MegaJust bring me back my scrill scratch paper"Heart heart money money street street hustleSex, drugs, smuggle, bubbleHorns, dialin, speakers, subbinSound just like the inside of a club-binHow many times could a Conrad come so buttery?Always on to' back have people lovin meAlcoholic drunk that ain't no gimmick BI'm always in and out the Betty Ford clinic seeDrunk paraphenalia cream butterscotchIllegal like a garbage of hover rocksWorkin off my pager you know the ropes I'm makin thatcabbage cornbread like OprahDiamond satch-uels from ja-fuckin-hoePose just like a pimp smokin a honey bluntIn a Major Way I tried to told yaNiggaz have my shit fucked back in the days but now they know aSold a bunch of units undergroundThey was bumpin Save a Hoe in every townRumor has it that I died I got smoked mainBut I'm alive, they was talkin about somebody else main *chorus* We say dem niggaz P.H. But dey really ain't knowin, dey ain't no Me rather stack more papes And steady get to bubblin, yeah fo' sho'Revenues, on my mindI can't hold back, now's the timeBust a dope addict crack fiend in the jawFool had his spook on tried to steal my carDa Bay, where hoes be janky, sheistAnd niggaz, do so much dirt we got licePrices, go up and down like a teeter-totterFilthy shit, ring around the collarJust the other day I heard a Bootsy nigga shout"Man that nigga don't be doin all that damn shit he talk about"Fools think they know me think they got me figured outBut nigga... nigga?!!I plays this shit for bread and meatSo nigga if you feel froggish leapI don't smoke dog food sherm loop or snowBut I leave a trail of beadies everywhere I goSo tell a friend like Alpha BetaI'm gonna get it like T.C. the money maker, I know you're with itMayday mayday, unexplained object comin your wayBreaker breaker it's E-40 bitches call me the ahhballin ass, tight clean talkin Big WillerMoney hungry, penny pinchin stingy niggaOn the sc-rilla, always on the go-getterScoop a baitch and we can split her *chorus* Me have no time for de bullshiters (4X)more