Why U Bullshittin’? Suga Free

So pay attention, babe
Pay attention
Our Father, who art in Heaven
Quik gave me a beat, now Pomona's on the set, now...

[Chorus]
Get your money, why you bullshittin'?!
Baby, why you bullshittin'?!

[Verse 1]
Mama tried but it ain't no love like homie love, baby
I'm G'd up and I'm crazy
And there's a mellow ghetto breeze on my ass
'Cause I'm, saggin', don't wanna die so I'm packin'
Now when I see my baby cryin', I can't explain how it hits me
I'm tryin' to take responsibility
You see in order for me to win, I gotta lose sometimes, baby
I know I'm wrong but I'mma make it
Now I...never hit a woman, nah
But I'll slap the shit out of a bitch, why you bullshittin'?!
If you think with a little head, you gets a little head, little trick
But I ain't going against the grain, not me, not even a little bit
Bet she didn't tell you she used to be my ho, huh?
Yeah nigga, she sold that pussy for me in Pomona
You better take some of this nighttime stuffy, achy head, fever so could realize I'm tryin' to get rich with Quik
Why you bullshittin' medicine, nigga
Suga Free is lovely and pretty as I can be
Perm silkier than Charlotte's Web, waves deep as Redondo Beach
Tellin' you to...