Jazzy Jeff

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Real Rx Yeah Yeah [Verse] Walk in this bitch with two cups And I got my Glick tucked Nigga, I ain't switched up Walk in this bitch with big bucks Once it's up, bitch it's stuck In the Audi getting my dick sucked They say Papi a lil' rich fuck Might pay for my bitch to get a big butt Walk in this bitch like Óscar de la Hoya Put yo' hand down, Papi ain't got nothin' for ya Really cook crack on a George Foreman Paranoid them crackers gon' kick the door in I really get money, I don't talk at all Glick hit yo' leg, can't walk at all He tried to jump up and walk it off Walk down on dawg, just me and dawg Codeine got me dozin' off Gun em down broad day, we strollin' off Soon as you think you know ya dawg Nigga show you you don't know ya dawg Raw cocaine by my balls These niggas swingin' on my balls They ain't wanna pass me the ball Show you lil' niggas how to ball Boyz n the Hood, I'll take your ball Pap gеt back, gotta shake it off What exactly am I shakin' off? I'm in the Audi and I'm takin' off My bitch spеnt eleven hundred in Gucci Walked out with panties and a bra Only wore it thirty minutes long 'fore I made her take it off They know Papi [?] I like how it sound when I say [?] Every day live life like an outlaw You a forty dollar bitch doin' out calls Up the Glick, knock a nigga mouth off I ride around like a mob boss Can't any nigga say they my boss Walk in this bitch like Jack Frost They say, "Papi, stop with all the funny shit" Alright, what you want me to tell you? How much money I get? Four times a day I changed my fit How many times y'all want me to explain this shit? I don't pull stunts to get famous and shit Make a nigga famous with the stick Broad day, rearrange a nigga shit Got more money than all my opps Got better clothes than all my opps Drive more cars than all my opps I crashed more cars than all my opps Spun more blocks than all my opps Catch more top than all my opps All my opps broke as the fuck Talk about me when they linkin' up Suckin' mad dick when they wakin' up I counted five thousand ten minutes ago Spent four hundred dollars on new Girbauds I'm higher than a bitch like Cheech & Chong Two pounds of weed when I put my sneakers on [?] Bitch ain't gonna see me for long Walk in this bitch like Tuff Tone Don't make it caliente, cabrón