a punk ass bitch on a date They say Too Short baby why you talk so bad? Just a player ass nigga and that's all I rap about Bitches, hoes and all that
them, became demented, then men? Resented them, just the scent of 'em made me hurl Specially the baller ones tryin' to buy me with pearls All I needed was love, all
handle business nigga lay low Presentin' more urban tales of crack sales An black mail, an black males, peelin' black males That?s why these California streets is
wedding rings lost in them couches I?m just a Westside lover I leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber this is showtime, showtime,
Dappy turn my mike up Today is the day that I'm gonna tell Just a little 'bout myself All of these haters they don't understand me They can't touch the
closest they gon' come is Tupac It's politics, it's all a fix Setup by these white blue collared hicks Just to make a dollar off of black music With
that I need them I don't see none of them, all I see is Slim Fuck all you fair-weather friends, all I need is him Fucking backstabbers When the chips were down, you just
that I need them I don't see none of them, all I see is Slim Fuck all you fair-weather friends All I need is him Fucking backstabbers When the chips were down you just
back again Her hair was black as coal Her eyes reminded me of what I'd lost She had a young child cryin' in her arms I asked "Senora is there anything
't got a nigga comin' 'round to guide a nigga All you got is mama bringin' home these rotten niggas Blowin' reefers, all the teachers do is ride a nigga So this is
drop, I'm fin to take a vacation With a couple of honies on the yacht I be the don of this rap shit, and my album going platinum Y'all niggas is going
' round in the back of a black luxury toy Gettin' sucked, like niggaz cannot fuck with me boy When I look in the mirror all I see is the real You niggaz
' clap Now everybody just, just Come on No respect, no manners It's Mad Max with multiple max, mad banana clips A black hammer that hits the back of a black
, they eat those Old school guns is like old albums, clean 'em and they keep goin' [Chorus] Hey man it's rough outside Crack heads is buyin' all night Handguns is
't waste that See Ghost lampin' in the throne with King Tut hat Straight off Yeah, yeah I just wan't y'all niggaz Smack all y'all niggaz, niggarettes
got a new song And I want y'all to sing along, sing along See this is the way that we walk on a sunny, day When it's rainin' inside And you're, all alone, all
see Lost in a white supremacy So let the rhythm roll on while I kick this Brothers gonna work it out, with a quickness And now you know just why a panther went
Die for his daughter, just to let her breathe And I'd definitely die for Jesus, 'cause he died for me Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder, just to see what