I’m a Pisces

Lyrics

[Intro Sample: Jesse Crowder & Agent] So uh, who are you? What do you do? What's your sign? You always ask so many questions? I'm a Pisces, I do anything for money You been asking all the questions, let me ask one? Shoot it from the hip baby Are we going to bed? [Verse 1] Gettin' in where I fit in, right? What that deuce deuce poppin' like? Baby, I like the way you work that tongue You had a don't care nigga for 3 weeks sprung It's the game, the muthafucka calls my name Product made of yola cuz the rules don't change The prettiest thing is new white wall tires I shoulda been a lawyer, cuz I'm such a good liar Kill dosia style, brain child in a beanie God fear a nigga under pressure and greedy Microphone cops steady fuckin' off my dealings Even when I'm workin' muthafuckas think I'm chillin' Recruitin' like the army, or even the marines Some get rejected like black jelly beans I'm on the scene in my jeans, smokin' weed from a sac Muthafucka, where you at? I got cocaine raps [Verse 2] Ya hardcore CB4 uproar made a nice comeback, but didn't touch my score A Farrakhan listener, white world prisoner My frisk down is just like the state pen for visitors Ghetto red hots, guns, crack and macks, fly clubs, no love and cocaine raps Spendin' ways incredible, money untraceable Tigas start to jack when the money ain't available Baby you talk too much, pass the blunt I'm tryin' to give your fine ass the raw and uncut I got no time to be a crybaby fool Forgive me, but they got me packin' pocket tools [Verse 3] Fresh out say fuck 'em, yeah, I made a gang of raps Smokin' weed in a rental with the gangsta tracks Straight chewy, and a nigga got a gang of pride Check the battle or the struggle through my Chinese eyes Had to tighten up the fade, got my murder 1 shades Still tryin' to fuck them freaks from my highschool days B. Adams, do you still love me? Cuz ya first born is strugglin' and it's hard to stay drug free Cock back loaded and about to explode Like the 12 story 'jects, bitch I'm outta control Alpine reliant, police defiant, Kentucky Fried and Popeye's #1 client Two piece beans and rice, all spice In a RX-7, cutting through with a knife Represent the look like the great Sam Cooke Put a star by every freak in my true black book Clutch tight fist pumped way in the air, pagan You dealin' with a microphone bear Tear, pear, glare, where, stare, check it, I don't care [Verse 4] I just can't quit, shit, the rap game fanatic Tryna stay calm with a mad weed habit Cussin' and fussin' at 100 degrees I think like a blind thief with the vision of G's Chewy used to do me, listen to Ice-T Ya lookin' at a nigga who wish he was drug free But nigga that's a dream in another life So until then my last word is re-light [Outro Sample: Jesse Crowder & Agent] So uh, who are you? What do you do? What's your sign? You always ask so many questions? I'm a Pisces, I do anything for money You been asking all the questions, let me ask one? Shoot it from the hip baby Are we going to bed?