D-Shot - n***a sh** lyrics

Straight n***a sh**, n***a sh** [Mack 10] I get my ride on the HumVee, walkin through the party Puffin on chronic and drinkin on Bacardi Gotta represent Cali and bang 'til d**h do us Throwin the haters off and keep our folks next to us For me to bust a Bay b**h she gotta be the thickest I dig them Bay n***as cause they Sic'Wid'It and Click-ish Like that there n***a, re-cop from Mack Diamond Pop a collar one time, let me know you're still timin [B-Legit] I'm a Bay n***a, all in L.A. n***a No matter what you say n***a, long as you pay n***a I figure - you want it bad enough, you gon' take yo' sh** A steel toe mack down to break yo' b**h And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours? We turn housewifes to everyday who*es Send 'em up in stores with the false ID To get DVD's and big screen TV's Wanna be like me? I run from vice Catch a out-of-towner and I'm takin his ice Throw him in the trunk with the bag and the mice I know it ain't nice but n***a that's life Black black on the scratch, no tradin back 2000 'llac, can you f** with that? Me, Mack, 40, Shot and Bosko All strapped down with the roscoes [Hook: E-40, B-Legit] [E] We on some n***a sh** [B] n***a sh** [E] Click sh**, big figure sh** [B] Big figure sh** [E] We on some n***a sh** [B] n***a sh** [E] Sick sh**, big n***a sh** [B] Big n***a sh** [E] We on some n***a sh** [B] n***a sh** [E] Click sh**, big figure sh** [B] Big figure sh** [E] We on some n***a sh** [B] n***a sh** [E] Smoke a spliff, hard liquor sh** [B] Hard liquor beatch! [D-Shot] Here I come.. steppin out the Vader They call me D-Shot and I'm about my paper Been in this game since eighty-six One of the first bosses to hit the independent lick Y'all know my dawgs is the C-L-I-C-K Them true boss ballers that done paved the way I throw my Roley up in the air It cost me 25 K, do you think I care? I rolls bodies, as thick as you can get 'em You know them 600's with the V-12 emblems? The rap game's been good to me I like the money and the hoes and the V.I.P The lavish lifestyle that I live Consist of big-a** parties and sippin gin We puff trees, we smoke 'em by the ounce We hit the studio and then bounce [Hook] [E-40] See I'ma, street walker, gun clapper Papered up hood n***a livin like a rapper If you see me you would think I sold a million copy Like what's-her-name? Ice all on my body All kind of b**hes be thumpin over a motherf**er for the worst One of 'em got a pair of ?? school college scissors in her purse Ready to take off on a nig', take a nig' (beatch) Stab a b**h, shoot a n***a for her nig' See I'm a slick talkin boss playa Full of straight mindgames and schemes Find your botch's weakness, get off in her jeans Tell her she's the sweetest, pull her mental file See if I can help cause she's livin in denial (b**h) You liable to find me on the ave, slangin o's Parked on the curb, sippin white Irish ross Smokin herb, grindin in my dirty clothes (what else?) Hella perved, standin on my P's and toes [Hook] [Suga-T] I'm sportin Benzes, Cutla**es, smoke trees and hustle for G's Pop game that pertain to plenty, shoppin sprees Magic shows, gatherings and ceremonies What's your testimony? Ain't nuttin bout me phony I'm a boss b**h botch Known for smugglin h**n balloons in my crotch Beat a b**h down with copper pennies in a sock, I be on the block Teasin on the dicks, doin n***a sh** [Sung] We're just some real a** n***as We're ballaholics everyday We're not your ordinary n***as Our only motive is to get paid We're just some real a** n***as We're ballaholics everyday We're not your ordinary n***as Our only motive is to get paid We're not your ordinary n***as We're not your ordinary n***as We're not your ordinary n***as We're not your ordinary n***as {*ad libs to end*}