Can’t Nobody Messy Marv (Ft. Lucci (KO.Alition) & Too $hort)
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[Intro: Messy Marv & Nikki from New Jersey]
Please hold while we complete your call *Phone rings*
Hello, this is Nikki from New Jersey
You don't know me and I love you guys
Messy Marv, Too $hort and Lucci
I don't think there's nobody fucking with you
You just make me want to give you my money
Pharmaceuticals, short dog, (West Side up)
Lucci C. Who fuckin' with me huh? Nigga? (Can't nobody)
Hahaha (Can't nobody-body-body)
It's a Lil' E production, B's up C's Up (yeah)
Who Fuckin with me huh? Nigga (Can't nobody)
Yo Yo (Can't nobody-body-body)
[Verse 1: Messy Marv]
We be in San Francisco, streets of San Francisco
You can't be where I be dog, you need a Pistol (hahaha)
I let the muzzle whistle (Can't Nobody)
All in yo' face tissue
I'm havin' chippers [?] (Can't nobody-body-body)
And warrin's really not an issue
Fillmoe California it's just like North Philly (Whoo)
Just charge your numbers, we state property. What's really
Gangsta? What's really crackin'? (Huh) (Can't nobody)
Nigga what's really good? (Huh?)
I still piss in them hallways, I'm really hood! (Can't nobody-body-body)
We still over the flame, niggas still in the game
Mama still on the 'caine, but shit still I remain
Fuckin' playin' with colors (Can't nobody)
Cousin stayin' with colors
Truck Cran Apple, raspberry on peanut butter (Whoa!) (Can't nobody-body-body)
Niggas say I ain't focused plus I know where the coke is
And I know what to sell it fo' so niggas'll notice
Please hold while we complete your call *Phone rings*
Hello, this is Nikki from New Jersey
You don't know me and I love you guys
Messy Marv, Too $hort and Lucci
I don't think there's nobody fucking with you
You just make me want to give you my money
Pharmaceuticals, short dog, (West Side up)
Lucci C. Who fuckin' with me huh? Nigga? (Can't nobody)
Hahaha (Can't nobody-body-body)
It's a Lil' E production, B's up C's Up (yeah)
Who Fuckin with me huh? Nigga (Can't nobody)
Yo Yo (Can't nobody-body-body)
[Verse 1: Messy Marv]
We be in San Francisco, streets of San Francisco
You can't be where I be dog, you need a Pistol (hahaha)
I let the muzzle whistle (Can't Nobody)
All in yo' face tissue
I'm havin' chippers [?] (Can't nobody-body-body)
And warrin's really not an issue
Fillmoe California it's just like North Philly (Whoo)
Just charge your numbers, we state property. What's really
Gangsta? What's really crackin'? (Huh) (Can't nobody)
Nigga what's really good? (Huh?)
I still piss in them hallways, I'm really hood! (Can't nobody-body-body)
We still over the flame, niggas still in the game
Mama still on the 'caine, but shit still I remain
Fuckin' playin' with colors (Can't nobody)
Cousin stayin' with colors
Truck Cran Apple, raspberry on peanut butter (Whoa!) (Can't nobody-body-body)
Niggas say I ain't focused plus I know where the coke is
And I know what to sell it fo' so niggas'll notice
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