Quart a Mo' (whas happenin?)
Sweet Jones
I see a lot of niggas in this rap game man
Niggas moving too mother fucking fast
Y'all niggas need to...
Slow down (know what I'm talking bout, hol' up)
Niggas poppin pills, sippin bar, smoking fry and God knows whatever else
Niggas on that Malcolm... X
You know like that nigga Breeze said, man the hood gonna catch up with you
Man
You know what I'm saying?
(Pimp C)
Peep up in the city with the hoes showing ass and titties
I'm a ghetto star, and the game's a pity
Cause most niggas get took by the street fame
And they can't hold on to their spot in this dirty game
I see a lot of niggas sign record deals
But they fall off, cause they niggas wasn't real
But I've been in this thang since '92
Getting my money, doing what the hustlas do
Through the wars, having no cars
Going to jail, rapping behind bars
Putting it down wit my beat
When we was broke out on the streets
Trying to come up on a motha fucking Swisher Sweet
I used to sell weed, then I sold crack
I used to ride in a old-school gold 'Lac
Fleetwood wit' cherry lights
I sold that bitch to that boy Moe, that's why we come down at night
Slow down (know what I'm talking bout?) (repeated)
Sweet Jones
I see a lot of niggas in this rap game man
Niggas moving too mother fucking fast
Y'all niggas need to...
Slow down (know what I'm talking bout, hol' up)
Niggas poppin pills, sippin bar, smoking fry and God knows whatever else
Niggas on that Malcolm... X
You know like that nigga Breeze said, man the hood gonna catch up with you
Man
You know what I'm saying?
(Pimp C)
Peep up in the city with the hoes showing ass and titties
I'm a ghetto star, and the game's a pity
Cause most niggas get took by the street fame
And they can't hold on to their spot in this dirty game
I see a lot of niggas sign record deals
But they fall off, cause they niggas wasn't real
But I've been in this thang since '92
Getting my money, doing what the hustlas do
Through the wars, having no cars
Going to jail, rapping behind bars
Putting it down wit my beat
When we was broke out on the streets
Trying to come up on a motha fucking Swisher Sweet
I used to sell weed, then I sold crack
I used to ride in a old-school gold 'Lac
Fleetwood wit' cherry lights
I sold that bitch to that boy Moe, that's why we come down at night
Slow down (know what I'm talking bout?) (repeated)
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