Aaaaaaaw Yeah Y'all know what's up with this right here. No playa
haters allowed so everybody's not invited. So y'all got to keep y'all
distance. Mind your own you'll live long. Yeah. Check me out.
(1st Verse):
These jealous mental cowards got they eyes closed
They didn't see me creeping up from behind they want to be me
But I ain't trippin sippin on something 90 proof
>From the floor to the roof I spit this game to youth
By any means, dreams of being a lot more than poor
If you ain't helping your family, then what you living for?
You'd rather talk about the next man, like a busta
Fool, don't make me reach out and touch ya
Then never sleep again, just comprehend, don't playa hate
And real ballers keep their pagers on vibrate
Never try to floss and show off your stacking
On the low, that's if you wanna stay away from the popos
Known to attract heat like DeNiro, scandalous federalies
Got their eyes on the whole state of Cali
You wanna be a playa in this game but you gonna watch me win it
Trying to escape reality...in four minutes
(Chorus):
Four minutes of funk-Get off your rump-move your bottom off the tree
stump-ladies looking pretty, from city to city-and now I'm getting down
to the nitty gritty.
>From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom, come on Bullet Loc and
get funky while we got 'em.
(2nd verse):
Gas or cash, ain't no free ride,
Felony got love coming from both sides
About to blow it up and that's on me, Ready to bring it on
Man y'all gon' see, I tell my homie to give me a refill
'Cause I don't give a damn, they got me standing on porkchop hill
With the most of my mind gone, just because a youngsta wanna get
