Higher Learning

Lyrics

[Intro] The money game... gun play... Prolly learn one day... Don't get it twisted shorty I'm still ready for whatever though Bitch I'mma let em' know.. You know it's all about the money game..gun play.. You'll prolly learn one day.. [Verse 1] Uh Burned the candle in the flannel Burner with the pearl handle Slanted up on the mantle (Woo) Murder weapon is dismantled I'm on a different channel Your clique is buried out in San Leandro Where the sand blow I hold the pump like a banjo That's word to Marlon Brando Uh Stylin' in linen Beguiling the women To bless her foot, I might sacrifice a lizard (Kill it) Rock the 40 belows when it's rigid The work, used to water whip it, in my momma kitchen (Whip it) Writing compositions White Walle's with the blue stitching My heir scooped the beautician I hold the snub, like rose buds Wine baths, in the gold tub Grow the drugs, sleep snug Love is love Throw a couple slugs I let em fly like doves Stay the course The Porsche come with dual exhaust Found dead with one shoe off I picked up a thought through a tuning fork Ferragamo shoes on, looking smooth in court Have manners, don't chew and talk The deuce talk, I'm too New York, to not smooth talk The Long nose turn Rudolph Keep a hoe to get loot off I'm clean enough to eat food off [Chorus] Don't get it fucked up hoe You know it's all about the money game... Gunplay... You'll prolly learn one day... Don't get it twisted shorty I'm still ready for whatever though Bitch I'mma let 'em know I could always get a better ho [Verse 2] Yo A higher plateau Chateau The coke's in the glass bowl Lavender bathrobe I'm laughing at these assholes It's a fiasco Snatch your queen with the lasso (Yee-haw!) I'm getting better by the minute The 5 is tinted, you can't see me in it Looking all self-centered Sweet scented My lyrics speak to the spirit Cook beef in a skillet (Woo) How you like yours Bloody or burnt The money is earned, the tables turn Your body left an angel in the dirt My jewels come with paperwork These are the perks But still I'm a introvert Linen shirt Peach hard-bottoms Greek columns Trees with Koalas Drinks with the olives Sniff a line a coke through a dollar The sign of Mississippi Masala The process is too advanced My pimp stance Attract tramps Tight pants Drive the Cayenne with the slant Enchant bitches chant The belt is with the champ Nigga [Chorus] Don't get it fucked up hoe You know it's all about the money game... Gunplay... You'll prolly learn one day... Don't get it twisted shorty I'm still ready for whatever though Bitch I'mma let 'em know I could always get a better hoe [Outro] Ayo Roc This is blood-stain Lane Aka, Mr. Hit your bitch with the bus driver uppercut cause she was sleep walking at three AM and it creeped me the fuck out And I'm here just paying my respect to the Don MC on his new "Pimpire Strikes Back" project Motherfuckers know how we do