Our Father, who art in Heaven
Quik gave me a beat, now Pomona's on the set, now...
Chorus:
Get your money, why you bullsh**tin'?!
Baby, why you bullsh**tin'?!
Mama tries but there ain't no love like homie love, baby
I'm G'd up and I'm crazy
And there's a mellow ghetto breeze on my a**
Cause I'm, saggin', don't wanna die so I'm taggin'
Now when I see my baby cryin'
I can't explain how it hits me
I'm tryin' papers while she fill it in
Ya see in order for me to win, I gotta lose sometimes, baby
I know I'm wrong but I'ma make it
Now I...
Verse 1
Never hit hit a woman, naha
But I slapped the sh** out of a b**h, why you bullsh**tin'?!
If you think with a little head, you gets a little ahead, little
Trick
But I ain't goin' against the grain, not me, not even a little
Bit
Bet she didn't tell you she used to be my ho, huh?
Yeah n***a, she sold that p**y for me, in Pomona
You better take some of this night time, sticky icky, headcold
'before she could realise I'm tryin' to get rich with Quik
Why you bullsh**tin medicine n***a
Suga Free is lovely and pretty as I can be
Perms simpler than Charlotte Spred, waves deep as Redonda Beach
Tellin' you to
Chorus:
Get your money, why you bullsh**tin'?!
Baby, why you bullsh**tin'?!
I get down, why you bullsh**tin'?!
Baby, why you bullsh**tin'?!
Verse 2
Now what's the problem n***a?
Whu-what? Yo' lady won't s** your dick?
Cause for the very low low price of $100 you can use my b**h
And if you act now, man, I'll throw in a ho that'll buff your
Nob
She used to work down there at the Sperm Bank
See, she got fired for drinkin' on the job
But you ain't knowin, givin' baby yo' money, be k**in' me!
Lettin' that b**h disrespect you in front of yo' friends be
k**in me!
Always givin' that b**h some dick, k**in' me
Goin' through one ear, comin' out the other
Talkin bout you feelin' me?
Partner tell me where the love at
Cause I'ma tell you where you're wrong at
I'll bend but I won't break, not me, no matter
She's broker then the 10 commandments
Plus I just walked the whole world in Stacy Adams
sh**! And at that you broke, been broke, gon' be broke
Wanna see me broke, but please ho, really doe
Cause I'll tell a lie, She tell a lie
Sit there with a straight face and compliment each other on one another's lies
Now I can tell you 30 times how to pimp you a ho
And I can tell you 30 mo' and you still won't know
You wanna overuse the p**y
Me, I'm tryin' to hit the news with the p**y
In a survey it's estimated that 9 out of 10 men don't check their
Spouse
But Suga Free'll tell your pretty a** to get the f**k out!
Chorus:
And get my money, why you bullsh**tin'?!
Baby, why you bullsh**tin'?!
I get down, why you bullsh**tin'?!
Baby, why you bullsh**tin'?!
b**h come get yo' damn kid, you see them tearin' up my sh**?
She's starin' dead at they a**, you won't tell 'em to quit
I'll whoop their a**, f** waitin till baby turn her back
Lil ol' man come sock me, trust me
He try to run, he gettin' cracked
I want you but I really don't need you, b**h
Cause all you do is eat, burp and f** and talk that sh**
And tell yo' kids I ain't they motherf**in' daddy
What-what? Yo' medi-cal expired
Cause they look like they been eatin' cabbage
And it don't cost a dime
I won't knock a pork chop off yo' plate
If you don't knock one of mine
This is pimpin partna
Cause a hoes gonna be a ho for real
Quit jockin' her cause you're a snack, she lookin' for a meal
And I ain't tryin' to be your friend b**h
Buddy buddy, thats my partner, that n***a cool, and all that
sh**
Sayin: I won't be afraid, I won't go astray
I'll pay like I weigh, I'll stay in my place
Please let me stay, I'll ho to my grave
So how you wanna handle this? Baby we'll dismantle this
And we blows you out like a candle trick
Hahahahahahaa
And we blows you out like a candle trick
Chorus:
Man, get your money, why you bullsh**tin'?!
Baby, why you bullsh**tin'?!
Believe me, I get down, why you bullsh**tin'?!
That's right, baby, why you bullsh**tin'?!
Don't f** around, why you bullsh**tin'?!
Yo, Kingpin, why you bullsh**tin'?!
Pomona Town, why you bullsh**tin'?!
Uhh! That's where I'm from, why you bullsh**tin'?!
Get your money, why you bullsh**tin'?!
Table for two, baby, why you bullsh**tin'?!
Uuh, trick, it ain't hard, why you bullsh**tin'?!
And you know what? Credit card, why you bullsh**tin'?!
Got my money baby, why you bullsh**tin'?!
Ahh, god damn, why you bullsh**tin'?!
Suga Free, I get down, why you bullsh**tin'?!
Suga Free, Black Tone, don't be bullsh**tin'!
Kingpin for life!
Ahhhh, I get down for life, oh!