Paroles:
Are you a gun busting nigga? (Buh-Buh-Buh-Buh)
Are you a bitch baggin nigga? (Whu-Whu-Whu-Whu)
You got ice and ya chain and ya chong wit your Rolly on,
Not just any Rolly but you bought the most expensive one
Hey take ya car keys*Jingle Jingle* to ya class E
Big body be for your CD on ya DVD
For ya TV in ya head beats
In ya back seat (Haha)
Yall think I'm mean
Runnin round talking bout the shit that you talking bout
How you the drug game sewed up and locked down
John Gotti got life and I'm sure he never told nobody
Boy lets put on an album so the fuckin feds could buy it
You should be shouting out them bodies you buried
Nine millimeters in Tex and dem AK47's
Illegal weapon you talking bout you snuck in the club
You got so many guns
Tell me why you rapping stead of getting robbed
I got two more verses for (huh)
this ain't just to an individual person
These questions here for all of ya
(Hook x1)
I can write a song with out ice, bitches, and cars, can u mutha fuckas do dat
(DO
DAT)
I can blaze a track with out bustin a gat at a cat, can u mutha fuckas do
dat (DO DAT)
(Chorus x2)
Yoouuu gon' have to change up all yo shit in a little bit
When the radios in the club get to pumpin dis
And they start to finding out what what rappin really is
Now that you know what the song about
Yall probably cussin me out
You gonna listen to it anyhow
Lets talk about somebody Eskimo
Rentin they jewelry from Jacob
And don't let me know
You got a platinum piece
But your chain is plain right gone(?)
After the video it gotsta go back to the sto'
That's Crazy
Talkin bout some shit you don't own
Oughta be ashamed of yourself
Yo don't they call that frontin holmes?
You ain't Jigga, Nigga
Nor can you spin like puff
And got a cash money deal
So what's your big willy talk for?
I get so excited man
Your track got me leapin
Then you start rhyming and *Yawn*
I get sleepy
(Chorus x1)
(Hook x1)
It's a sad situation
Record name buggin out
Cuz they star artist done ran out of shit to talk about
Whoa
Yeah that's crazy
And you think about it baby
Only thing that changed in yo rhyme
Was ya day “2000�
Oh that shit is hot
Put that on the album
You heard it with my man
Kick that shit (??)
Loud and proud
Nigga swear he be throwin down
Arthur lose his voice every time he opens his mouth
I oughta hold up a signs and boycott they ass right
No more muthafuckin sound alikes
Sounded like (Mobb Deep!) Sounded like (Jay-Z!) Sounded like (BIG!)
And we don't need no more please!
(Chorus x1 & 1/2)
Are you a bitch baggin nigga? (Whu-Whu-Whu-Whu)
You got ice and ya chain and ya chong wit your Rolly on,
Not just any Rolly but you bought the most expensive one
Hey take ya car keys*Jingle Jingle* to ya class E
Big body be for your CD on ya DVD
For ya TV in ya head beats
In ya back seat (Haha)
Yall think I'm mean
Runnin round talking bout the shit that you talking bout
How you the drug game sewed up and locked down
John Gotti got life and I'm sure he never told nobody
Boy lets put on an album so the fuckin feds could buy it
You should be shouting out them bodies you buried
Nine millimeters in Tex and dem AK47's
Illegal weapon you talking bout you snuck in the club
You got so many guns
Tell me why you rapping stead of getting robbed
I got two more verses for (huh)
this ain't just to an individual person
These questions here for all of ya
(Hook x1)
I can write a song with out ice, bitches, and cars, can u mutha fuckas do dat
(DO
DAT)
I can blaze a track with out bustin a gat at a cat, can u mutha fuckas do
dat (DO DAT)
(Chorus x2)
Yoouuu gon' have to change up all yo shit in a little bit
When the radios in the club get to pumpin dis
And they start to finding out what what rappin really is
Now that you know what the song about
Yall probably cussin me out
You gonna listen to it anyhow
Lets talk about somebody Eskimo
Rentin they jewelry from Jacob
And don't let me know
You got a platinum piece
But your chain is plain right gone(?)
After the video it gotsta go back to the sto'
That's Crazy
Talkin bout some shit you don't own
Oughta be ashamed of yourself
Yo don't they call that frontin holmes?
You ain't Jigga, Nigga
Nor can you spin like puff
And got a cash money deal
So what's your big willy talk for?
I get so excited man
Your track got me leapin
Then you start rhyming and *Yawn*
I get sleepy
(Chorus x1)
(Hook x1)
It's a sad situation
Record name buggin out
Cuz they star artist done ran out of shit to talk about
Whoa
Yeah that's crazy
And you think about it baby
Only thing that changed in yo rhyme
Was ya day “2000�
Oh that shit is hot
Put that on the album
You heard it with my man
Kick that shit (??)
Loud and proud
Nigga swear he be throwin down
Arthur lose his voice every time he opens his mouth
I oughta hold up a signs and boycott they ass right
No more muthafuckin sound alikes
Sounded like (Mobb Deep!) Sounded like (Jay-Z!) Sounded like (BIG!)
And we don't need no more please!
(Chorus x1 & 1/2)
