Powda Puff

Lyrics

[Intro] Punk All you mark ass tricks I ain't never seen befo' I been in the Central for years, all of a sudden This nigga's hard That nigga's hard This nigga got a fo This trick nigga got a trey Bitch ass motherfucker C motherfucking Mac nigga [Verse 1] Nowadays every punk Nigga and his Momma got a story So every Nigga out straight bore me' I used to shoot this and I used to blast that You probably made 3 albums before you scene a strap, ya mark Lived your whole childhood straight on the run Never wore a pair of khakis till ya turned twenty one But now you on your album cover sagging in fact You got your mean face on posing with ya strap Talking bout the county but you never been there Said you was rolling like a ball but you straight square Now how the fuck do a square ball bounce? You couldn't tell a bird from an ounce, punk Most of you marks never had no hoes Till you start making videos, in some hoodsta's clothes But it don't mean nothing When you can't sail through your own hood cause you straight fronting C motherfucking Mac, if you don't know me Bitch, I bet your money that your big homies know me Nuts hang when I gets paid I was doing jewelry store licks, when you was in the 6th grade [Chorus] I can't stand no powda puff Get his ass in the studio and then he's straight tough But put him on the streets and he's a biiiitch Powda puff, ya powda puff Oh, I can't stand no powda puff Get his ass on the stage and then he's straight rough But put him on the streets and he's a biiiitch Powda puff, ya powda puff [Verse 2] I hate to bust your bubble Mr. Boss Player (pop) But you nothin but a puff with the fruit layer Um, I heard you're shooting rhymes like an uzi So why the fuck do niggas out your hood call ya Suzy? Nigga, I got bitches on my dick with the feds looking for me Robbing so much shit, they put the task force on me Causing mo' static than a shirt Fuck knocking boots, I send a bird to Albuquerque Beeper overloading so I put the sky on it 1-800 come get ya grip Cause imma do the reals when the chips get low Fuck running back to momma's house, when you get short You motherfucking mommas boy, with a deal Cuss all you want punk, you still ain't the real In 94' you rolling in a '4 on Daytons In 84' you Purpe Rain and Prince impersonating How long has it been since you wore your one glove? Singing Billy Jean, and I'm supposed to show ya love (Shiiiit) Run up on a mac how figure? Um, there ain't nothing worse than a bitch made nigga [Chorus] I can't stand no powda puff Get his ass in the studio and then he's straight tough But put him on the streets and he's a biiiitch Powda puff, ya powda puff Oh, I can't stand no powda puff Get his ass on the stage and then he's straight rough But put him on the streets and he's a biiiitch Powda puff, ya powda puff [Verse 3] Four or five cowards and you swear you got a crew Whole crew running if a nigga say boo (boo!) Cause you know, who the real and who the fuck the hoe is The 9s, the khakis, locs, the fo, it's all for the showbiz (yeaah!) That's why I never see you on the Shaw And never heard about you having run ins with the law Nigga, how you figure you can come speak on a pimp state Graduate with ya paper with the P on Bookie number 5478 hook The only rap shit you got's in your note book I'm turning more corners than a ferris wheel You wanna roll shot gun you pay your fare, it's real Stomp down niggas on the left and on the right of me But you ain't nothing but a punk don't even lie to me Last time I seen you, I saw you with your crew Don't know to scratch, or watch, or wind your ass, so what the fuck you do? In the middle of the centro I been stuck down since I drove a pento, so Run up on a mac, how figure? There ain't nothing worse than a bitch made nigga [Chorus] I can't stand no powda puff Get his ass in the studio and then he's straight tough But put him on the streets and he's a biiiitch Powda puff, ya powda puff Oh, I can't stand no powda puff Get his ass on the stage and then he's straight rough But put him on the streets and he's a biiiitch Powda puff, ya powda puff [Outro] This shit goes to 95% of you bitch ass niggas! So analyze and divide this shit equally amongst yourselves And if the shoe fits, wear it motherfucker! You know who the fuck I'm talking to trick Can't give no shout outs to no rap niggas, fuck all y'all! Ain't nobody never did shit for me nigga! So um, G's up and punk trick ass niggas down, mark motherfuckers!