Complicated

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Skinny Pimp] In ou' hood it ain't da same thang You see, us niggas ain't changed The system always on a niggas nuts, 'cause da way we hang They think a nigga sellin' dope, but yo I'm on a spree I'm 'bouta hit a lotta niggas, 'til I get a key I lay my nine on da table, while I smoke a sack One match, cigar, blunts through the weed mask We gotta catch a nigga [?] wit' da yay-go We scope da nigga wit'ta Lexus and the Benzo One nigga finna be a stitch nigga, when I grip my nine, nigga Betta' run, run-run, breath nigga Mask on my face, lookin' like a ninja Drop it off yo ass, fool; drop it off yo ass, fool You betta' drop it off, befo' I bust a cap in you Fo'head, dead, bled, shit Don't die, my nig', where da fuckin' dope, bitch? I woulda' been rich if my nigga woulda' made it Ain't dat a bitch? This shit is gettin' complicated [Break] [Verse 2: 211 & Skinny Pimp] Boom, boom, nigga here I come, trick got shot Drop it off, nigga, or my nine, it goes pop Didn't see the 211, rollin' wit' da lights off at night The gat, the bullets, splatta', then da guts scatta' People don't walk da streets, wit' out da fear of gettin' sprayed Young nigga, like me, is causing drama, rushin' wit' hand grenades You betta' run my son, stay out of da scope of da gun I'm shootin' auto-Tec-nina, hollow points, coated wit' Teflon In da dope gang, man, its fucked up Now-a-days to make a [?] bank, its 'cause ya lucked up Robbery its my season, wit' da buck of my sawn-off, fool My Uzi, whatever it takes to gank ya, I'm a thug I ain't choosey (Manne up, Manne!) Smokin' a blunt, my niggas, we chill Across da streets is hell, and black ass cops be sellin' Now deuce-four-one, break out da gun Them fools got cheese out there, lets go and get some My dope game bang, I bang off endz and suckaz hate it Goddamn, this shit is complicated Pistol grip, don't you slip Just in case yo ass do: Smith & Wesson, don't be guessin' Stupid ass, I thought you knew [Break] Damn wicked, manne, fuck that shit, manne, we gotta let 2-11 do this shit, manne I'm sayin' But damn, manne, that muthafuckin' shit get so hard, manne I ain't know it was like dat though manne Well... I'ma do it again, y'know what I'm sayin' Thats whats up, manne [Verse 3: 211 & Skinny Pimp] One little two, little three, four, five Glock Hit ya, then I frisk ya, yeah, fo' da money spot You see da streets is just a warzone... And like a pitbull; I'm poppin' ya fuckin' dome What if a nigga cross you out, what you gonna do? Buuya, kaapow, bump bump, gimmi me down, fool We so deep when we creep, duck nigga, dodge nigga... Face da gang, nope, finga's happy on da fuckin' trigga' Tell 'em muthafuckas what da 2-11 stand fo' Breakin' n' shit, Gravey? yeah... I got it ho In '93 it ain't a lotta people we can trust I'm a criminal, a theif, a robber, that loves the bucks Why must always worry of da children in da world today? But I keep on stangin' man, until I get paid Why don't ya tell 'em 'bout da streets they think we perpetratin' I ain't bullshittin', my nigga, this shit is complicated [Outro] Real playas ain't barrin' dat shit Real playas ain't barrin' dat shit Real playas ain't barrin' dat shit Real playas ain't barrin' dat shit Real playas ain't barrin' dat shit Real playas ain't barrin' dat shit Real playas ain't barrin' dat shit Real playas ain't barrin' dat shit