Post by RickyKnoCCout on Apr 27, 2008 17:05:43 GMT -5
1-2-3 to the 4
btch I'm a pimp
I dont speak to no hoes
You niggas don't match MC's with no flows
and dont add up
like me with no dough
I swear to God,
just last year I was broke
On the block sellin dough
watchin my niggas snort coke
Now,
my life changed from the planes to the boats
from the chains to the clothes
Don't need game for these hoes
They just hop in the Range then we go
switchin lanes baby go
give me brains on the low
Never lame,
born and raised in the Sco
Niggas hate
but they won't say a thang to me tho
It's like that
and as a matter of fact
I got powers worth of powder
Harry Potter and crack
and every hour
I devour money showers with that
Lemon heads in my bed,
how sour is that?
Real sour
I break sht down like twin towers
Snatched ya btch
had ya btch,
btch holla
It aint about dollas
I dont wanna hear bout it
Neva square
this nigga rite hear about it
Call me Ya Boy,
for short call me YB
Dont try me,
carry gun like ID
But fck guns
i keep niggas beside me
and we'll beat a nigga down like Rodney
I feel like a king when it come to this rap thing
If i dont have a mic,
I'd probably clap things
A pro star at nite
servin things to crack fiends
I got runners like the coach of the track team
Yes, I'm focused,
stay clear as a flat stream
Broke niggas not eating and fasting
I'm tellin you,
all the hoods, they feel dude
They like Pac gone,
but fck it, he'll do
A lotta jealous niggas, they try to kill dude
because the boy pockets green as mildew
And in the West,
if I aint the best,
or at least second I'll put a weapon up to my chest
Haters dont wanna see me breath
cuz they know i got next like MTV
They can't see me
like bootleg DVDs
cuz I got more pads then the MPCs
catch me dippin in the Jag,
seaweed green
I'm in the league of my own,
you in the peewee league
When I was broke,
still my grill atleast 3 g's
Now talk the the smile,
let the diamonds breath
It's Ya Boy,
I represent the Precise G's
You a hoe, dawg,
you be where the weenies be
You a man when the East Coast talk about'cha
Buzzin in the streets
each coast speak about'cha
Thats me,
and if you ain't hear
It's bout to get ugly,
like Freeway's beard
This the streets,
you dont get alotta leapplay here
It get hotter than a muthaphukkin heatwave here
Trust me,boy,
there's alotta heat play here
Leave ya M-I-A like the Heat play here
Where guns to surpass the hatin
Tied a Mac round my neck,
it's a fashion statement
I laugh at you clowns thinkin I'm the same dude
I'm not as quiet as I was bakc in grade school
I'm much sicker
with an addiction to spray, too
And like a game,
I'm just dyin to play fools
So run up,
if you think I'm a chump
I'll leave ya body in the trunk
smellin just like a skunk
I'll leave ya head in ya lap,
right after i dump
Even Ashton Kutcher couldn't make ya nigga a punk
I'll be thuggin till I'm at the pearly tall gates
Cuz I've been thuggin since the 20's had a small face
I'm still thuggin
and 20's gotta large face
Ya Boy the black '07 version of Scarface
And in the Bay is where I made my name
Where the niggas go dumb
like Damon Wayans
Yea its hyphy,
but some niggas they be goin all out
So I don't go dumb
cuz the gun mite fall out
Trust me, I'm not the *****
I'm not the nigga niggas call out
I'm lookin at ya teeth
and Ima knock em all out
Twice as big as I was before,
and the radio won't even play my song no more
But its coo,
I'm in the streets like a hydrant, though
So when they ask who the best
they reply is yo
That nigga Ya Boy,
that boy got a firin flow
Hoes try to make they man,
my reply is no
Yea you can get on ya knees and blow
and put my thing in ya mouth
but easy though
A hot boy,
I dont sound like Weezy tho
I got snow,
but I dont think I got a Jeezy flow
Im the truth,
I can go R&B n blow
But this rap thang so fckin easy tho
Im the pizza man
I got cheese and dough
My H-Town niggas got me off leanin dro
Niggas think Im a hoe
till i squeeze the 4
and that'll change they mind
like Keyshia Cole
And Im single,
somebody let Keyshia know
That I break backs and leave girls leanin yo
The girls choose
cuz my penis better
Not to mention Im hot
like Pheonix weather
Not to mention you cold,
you wont even go gold
When I drop,
Ima go platinum times 4
Thats 4million sales
from Florida to Wales
Cuz I got more bars
than 4 million jails
and I'm older than
12 gauge for you lames
Aim at ya brain
leave ya membrabes rearranged
If you dont think Im the truth you retarded
Record labels,
I alredy got a label so stop it.
btch I'm a pimp
I dont speak to no hoes
You niggas don't match MC's with no flows
and dont add up
like me with no dough
I swear to God,
just last year I was broke
On the block sellin dough
watchin my niggas snort coke
Now,
my life changed from the planes to the boats
from the chains to the clothes
Don't need game for these hoes
They just hop in the Range then we go
switchin lanes baby go
give me brains on the low
Never lame,
born and raised in the Sco
Niggas hate
but they won't say a thang to me tho
It's like that
and as a matter of fact
I got powers worth of powder
Harry Potter and crack
and every hour
I devour money showers with that
Lemon heads in my bed,
how sour is that?
Real sour
I break sht down like twin towers
Snatched ya btch
had ya btch,
btch holla
It aint about dollas
I dont wanna hear bout it
Neva square
this nigga rite hear about it
Call me Ya Boy,
for short call me YB
Dont try me,
carry gun like ID
But fck guns
i keep niggas beside me
and we'll beat a nigga down like Rodney
I feel like a king when it come to this rap thing
If i dont have a mic,
I'd probably clap things
A pro star at nite
servin things to crack fiends
I got runners like the coach of the track team
Yes, I'm focused,
stay clear as a flat stream
Broke niggas not eating and fasting
I'm tellin you,
all the hoods, they feel dude
They like Pac gone,
but fck it, he'll do
A lotta jealous niggas, they try to kill dude
because the boy pockets green as mildew
And in the West,
if I aint the best,
or at least second I'll put a weapon up to my chest
Haters dont wanna see me breath
cuz they know i got next like MTV
They can't see me
like bootleg DVDs
cuz I got more pads then the MPCs
catch me dippin in the Jag,
seaweed green
I'm in the league of my own,
you in the peewee league
When I was broke,
still my grill atleast 3 g's
Now talk the the smile,
let the diamonds breath
It's Ya Boy,
I represent the Precise G's
You a hoe, dawg,
you be where the weenies be
You a man when the East Coast talk about'cha
Buzzin in the streets
each coast speak about'cha
Thats me,
and if you ain't hear
It's bout to get ugly,
like Freeway's beard
This the streets,
you dont get alotta leapplay here
It get hotter than a muthaphukkin heatwave here
Trust me,boy,
there's alotta heat play here
Leave ya M-I-A like the Heat play here
Where guns to surpass the hatin
Tied a Mac round my neck,
it's a fashion statement
I laugh at you clowns thinkin I'm the same dude
I'm not as quiet as I was bakc in grade school
I'm much sicker
with an addiction to spray, too
And like a game,
I'm just dyin to play fools
So run up,
if you think I'm a chump
I'll leave ya body in the trunk
smellin just like a skunk
I'll leave ya head in ya lap,
right after i dump
Even Ashton Kutcher couldn't make ya nigga a punk
I'll be thuggin till I'm at the pearly tall gates
Cuz I've been thuggin since the 20's had a small face
I'm still thuggin
and 20's gotta large face
Ya Boy the black '07 version of Scarface
And in the Bay is where I made my name
Where the niggas go dumb
like Damon Wayans
Yea its hyphy,
but some niggas they be goin all out
So I don't go dumb
cuz the gun mite fall out
Trust me, I'm not the *****
I'm not the nigga niggas call out
I'm lookin at ya teeth
and Ima knock em all out
Twice as big as I was before,
and the radio won't even play my song no more
But its coo,
I'm in the streets like a hydrant, though
So when they ask who the best
they reply is yo
That nigga Ya Boy,
that boy got a firin flow
Hoes try to make they man,
my reply is no
Yea you can get on ya knees and blow
and put my thing in ya mouth
but easy though
A hot boy,
I dont sound like Weezy tho
I got snow,
but I dont think I got a Jeezy flow
Im the truth,
I can go R&B n blow
But this rap thang so fckin easy tho
Im the pizza man
I got cheese and dough
My H-Town niggas got me off leanin dro
Niggas think Im a hoe
till i squeeze the 4
and that'll change they mind
like Keyshia Cole
And Im single,
somebody let Keyshia know
That I break backs and leave girls leanin yo
The girls choose
cuz my penis better
Not to mention Im hot
like Pheonix weather
Not to mention you cold,
you wont even go gold
When I drop,
Ima go platinum times 4
Thats 4million sales
from Florida to Wales
Cuz I got more bars
than 4 million jails
and I'm older than
12 gauge for you lames
Aim at ya brain
leave ya membrabes rearranged
If you dont think Im the truth you retarded
Record labels,
I alredy got a label so stop it.
