Ay whassup my nig?
Shit, just chillin, whats happenin?
Shit nuttin, whatchu up to?
Shit, not too much - ay you aint seen that nigga Snoop?
Man hell naw, I been callin that nigga since Starsky & Hutch
I aint fin to call that nigga no more man
Tchk, oh like that?
Man freal man, I aint buyin that new album either
Ima download that motherfucker for free
Let that nigga know when I see him man
Shit, there he go right there
Huh?
I dont say much
I dont say Alize, no I dont say Dutch
Keep yo hands off until I say, okay touch
I never come off tacky, Im a boss exactly
Im like the slick suit Snooperfly Versace
Conversation flashy, yall niggaz cant match me
I talk to you slow, so your game can roll
Take advice from a player, dont love her just play her
Boy I never could dare, to pay double the fare
Man I swear to God its gon be some trouble in here
Before I pay that bitch, Im like a bossy hog
Half dog, half gorilla, bitch Donkey Kong
Niggaz thirst for hoes, I got a thirst to ball
Tryin to knock a pimps hustle, be the first to fall
Fuckin with a-hundred-fifty, whole can of vodka
Mixed with gangbang, got a program like Poppa (hey hold up man)
Ima do you a favor, let this pimpin save ya
Leave that bitch alone, the homies call her Ms. Behavior
Boy you move too fast, done too much talkin
Im too much walkin to one who keep hoes hawkin
Dont fuck with Snoop too much cause he goes off when
niggaz mouth too much, so please no flossin
I step up quicker, cause the game dont pause
I gotta stay sucka free, cause it aint no laws
Dig this yall
Thats the bidness mayne, step my game up up in this mayne
Long hours hard minutes mayne, with this hustle on splendid mayne
P.A. perfect attendance mayne
Cause Im a boss..
Yeah, real bossy like, and sometimes flossy
And if you fuckin with that
{"I-I know, I, I-I-know, I know you gonna dig this"}
I had to tell you the truth homey, but you got mad
Yeah I hurt yo feelings, FUCK IT, its too damn bad
Im a major player, I got major game
I might floss a different bitch, but the pimpin the same
I aint got time for no haters, I lay em flat on they back
Im from the Dogg Pound homey, I dont fuck with them cats
I fuck with, niggaz, who be bustin them shots
Im talkin Long Beach, Inglewood, Compton, Watts
Close your chops, I knows your spots
Keep talkin nigga Ill expose your knots
You aint ready for daddy, boy I do this for fun
Its like you versus Kobe ballin one on one
You aint got no chance, you aint got no fans
I kick the shit out you punk, look momma no hands
Im not a, holy roller but I pray so hard
Help me, Im sendin these bitch niggaz straight to God
Shit Im too damn grown, conversation is shot
While your talk is funny, Jack I talk with money
Keep the chain on bling, the rock is sunny
For you smart mouthted bitches I aint that dummy
{"HELL NO," he replied}
{"GOD DAMN!"} {"Let me tell you somethin"}
Thats the bidness, thats the bidness
Aww, thats the bidness, can I get a witness?
Aww, yeah, thats the bidness, aww yeah, say what, yeah
Thats the bidness, but can I get a witness?
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