Dey Ain't No

Lyrics

[Verse 1:] Zap board beneath the ashtray, woofers in the back Water in the duals make loud glass pack Gold tippy toes without a lick of chrome Bought a set of Vogues and left the, stickers on Seven grand worth of bump for the trunks Paid cash, all ones Some old bitch came up to me and said, "What's the latest, bro?" I said, "I'm tryin to have more chips than Las Vegas, ho" She said, "Can I roll with you? I get the dicks hard" I said, "You gon' work the strip, Sonoma Boulevard" "How much would I make?" I said, "Mega Just bring me back my scrilla scratch paper" Heart (heart) money (money) street (street) hustle Sex, drugs, smuggle, bubble Horns, yellin, speakers, subbin Sound just like the inside of a club, and... How many times could a Conrad come so buttery? Always on to' back, have people lovin me Alcoholic drunk that ain't no gimmick, B I'm always in and out the Betty Ford clinic, see Drug paraphernalia cream butterscotch Illegal like a garbage of hubba rocks Workin off my pager, you know the ropes I'm makin that cabbage cornbread like Oprah Diamond satch-uels from ja-fuckin-home Pose just like a pimp smokin a honey blunt In a Major Way I tried to told ya Niggas had my shit fucked back in the days but now they know'a Sold a bunch of units underground They was bumpin Save a Hoe in every town Rumor has it that I died, I got smoked, mayne But I'm alive, they was talkin about somebody else, mayne [Chorus:] We say dem niggas P.H But dey really ain't knowin, dey ain't no Me rather stack more papes And steady get to bubblin, yeah fa sho' [Verse 2:] Revenues, on my mind I can't hold back, now's the time Bust a dope addict crack fiend in the jaw Fool had his spook on, tried to steal my car Da Bay, where hoes be janky, sheist And niggas, do so much dirt we got lice Prices, go up and down like a teeter-totter Filthy shit, ring around the collar Just the other day I heard a Bootsy nigga shout "Man that nigga don't be doin all that damn shit he talk about" Fools think they know me think they got me figured out But NIGGA... NIGGA!?!? I plays this shit for bread and meat So nigga if you feel froggish leap I don't smoke dog food, sherm, loop or snow But I leave a trail of bidis everywhere I go So tell a friend like Alpha Beta I'm gonna get it like T.C. the money maker I know you're with it Mayday mayday, unexplained object coming your way Breaker breaker it's E-40 bitches call me the ahh Ballin ass, tycoon talkin big wheeler Money hungry, penny pinchin stingy nigga On the sc-rilla, always on the go, get a Super bad and we can split her [Chorus:] We say dem niggas P.H But dey really ain't knowin, dey ain't no Me rather stack more papes And steady get to bubblin, yeah fa sho' [Outro:] Me have no time for de bullshiters Me have no time for de bullshiters Me have no time for de bullshiters Me have no time for de bullshiters