AC3Beats - Talk About It (ft. Chuuwee & Big Scoob) lyrics

Get off right here, this is the stop make a left From Compton to the Ilin, I deserve my respect I can walk through any block without a pistol or a vest Because I'm the one they bumpin', they be chunking up the set n******gs ask me where I'm from and I respond with ‘the west' I ain't never been scary I ain't never been impressed I ain't tryin be the hardest, I ain't tryin be the best I am trying to make a living, a n***a trying to invest All I know is git it, just spin it and flip digits This is legit business, I was never in the kitchen I was broke beside……. Around the city with my n******gs We were scratching for a dollar, this is ………… We ain't like the party, we were trying to f** b**hes All we do is kick it and talk about getting riches Black talk digits, put money behind the image If I said it than I did it, if I mean it than I win it Chorus (2x) I you want it we can talk about it, Cause you don't want it Everybody want to talk about it But they don't know it, they like how we lay it down I'm high when I face the crowd, the weapons gonna stay around My n***as don't play around (Chuuwee) All my life All I wanted was d**, money and power Puerto Rican freak that be taking too long showers The yellow bomb Asian that come from a foreign isle A very long reign, the king of my own crowd Yeah, I got these dreads that I wear as my own crown Treat snakes like the gra**, they in ………… Put some respect on my name, and don't address me as general Call a pall, b**h have a coconut smile Bow, bow owowow dog, you bow down I'll jog you world star, I'll block you little clowns Keep my motherf**ing legacy far away from your mouth You rarely leave the house and already know what I'm about Now, shout block up calling the plays now These worried n******gs got played out, they out a stow A jab straight, one left hook, he laid down Ran through his pockets, I'm tryin to get paid now Chorus (2x) (Big Scoob) I been on, f** a record deal, know what I'm talking bout? f** a record label, I got sk**s, know what I'm talking bout? You rap fans, I know you just missed what I'm talking bout But street n******gs, they know how it feel what I'm talking bout Watch your mouth, pussies will be k**ed for what they talking bout Doggy mound, showing daddie's real, now what I'm talking bout? Walk about, on a journey, tryin to find my soul Tryin to fill this dark hole, just to fight the road I chose No regrets no excuses, damn sure…………… I'm an unfinished painting, and tryin to find what truth is I'm a house, but I'm ruthless I'm a gutter n***a that's ruthless Bang the walls with my two fist To tell me where proof is The truth is, we all lost in this motherf**er Tryin to ……. One another, like we're better than our brothers So I glorify the street sh**, g**ning the dope p**y Tryin to find a better life but this was it when I was it Chorus 2x