Webbie - Retarded lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm stackin,rappin but if I just so happen was it, I probably would be posted up thugin, sellin crack are somethin I had 2 leave it alone cause the rats r something Look like my return won't be long The streets keep asking 4 me Young savage on the mound game ova now I'm in Houston and A Town wheres the muthaf**in crown I don't have no f**in friends I'm solo now Put my trust and my mack 10 b**h don't let me down Coloaborate Just f** wit them that's makin me sick Spoil b**hes don't want share So I'm taking dis sh** I'm a 110 street cat and had my back against tha hope No money, no love,just tears,weed, blood, and hoes I'm like slim these n***as don't feel my pain A ninty-nine problems and but a b**h ain't one Ghetto stories, and gangsta music, thank big labels ain't come sh** we just trying see which one [Chorus:] I'm so retarded And I'm gon all hard and My game muthaf**in b**h brains up And I just getting started They hate 2 see a n***a ballin They rather see a n***a in a coffin But rap money, street money I'm gon see money b**h n***a ragardless [Verse 2] If the sh** ain't funny den I can't grin And if it don't make money it don't make sense If you really ain't bout nothing You better zip your lips cause around here stuntin n***a emp yo clip My grand so ridickuless You can call me da clips Cause I slap all my b**hes u can call me a pimp I'm like the hood candy lady I got them chips I got hoes wit J.Lo faces and Beyonce hips 2 home boys doin 7 can't wait till da touch So many people up in heaven dat I miss so much vest up up wit my chest and stomach not becuz I'm scared But no they coming i hope they don't shoot 4 my head [Chorus] [Verse 3] 18 riding lacks n***a How you hate dat? Do it big bad b**h give me dat shake back n***a Yall ain't got do sh** Just leave it 2 me Push record 4 yo boyand lay back and kick up yo beat turn up da beat A pen paper give me one sheet Put a barcode on it Disrebute dis heat I got tha biggest f**in bug buzzin in dis streets I know you heard a young savage Trill E-N-T But you forgot bout me Thought i was gone where i'm gone go I run dis mutha f**er I'm the spice in da gumbo I'm bout my f**in paper man dats all I f**in want more U gone gets wats mine Oh no, u a dumb hoe Still good,still can get u rite on da down low It never snow in Baton Rouge I'm da n***a wit da snow 2 let yall n***as do yall thang so I hope yall been gettin it Wat up playa I'm da new mayor of da city n***a [Chorus]