Why U Bullshittin’?

Lyrics

[Intro] So pay attention, babe Pay attention Our Father, who art in Heaven Quik gave me a beat, now Pomona's on the set, now... [Chorus] Get your money, why you bullshittin'?! Baby, why you bullshittin'?! [Verse 1] Mama tried, but it ain't no love like homie love, baby I'm G'd up and I'm crazy And there's a mellow ghetto breeze on my ass 'Cause I'm–saggin', don't wanna die, so I'm packin' Now when I see my baby cryin', I can't explain how it hits me I'm tryin' to take responsibility You see, in order for me to win, I gotta lose sometimes, baby I know I'm wrong, but I'ma make it Now I...never hit a woman, nah But I'll slap the shit out of a bitch – why you bullshittin'?! If you think with a little head, you gets a little head, little trick But I ain't going against the grain, not me, not even a little bit Bet she didn't tell you she used to be my ho, huh? Yeah nigga, she sold that pussy for me in Pomona You better take some of this "nighttime, stuffy, achy head, fever, so you could realize I'm tryin' to get rich with Quik, why you bullshittin'?!" medicine, nigga Suga Free is lovely and pretty as I can be Perm silkier than 'Charlotte's Web', waves deep as Redondo Beach Tellin' you to... [Chorus] Get your money, why you bullshittin'?! Baby, why you bullshittin'?! I get down, why you bullshittin'?! Baby, why you bullshittin'?! [Verse 2] Now what's the problem, nigga? Whu-what? Yo' lady won't suck your dick? 'Cause for the very low low price of $100 you can use my bitch And if you act now, man, I'll throw in a ho that'll buff your knob She used to work down there at the sperm bank until she got fired for drinkin' on the job But you ain't knowin', givin' baby yo' money, be killin' me! Lettin' that bitch disrespect you in front of yo' friends be killin' me! Always givin' that bitch some dick, killin' me Goin' through one ear, comin' out the other Talkin 'bout you "feelin' me" Now, partner, tell me where my love at? 'Cause I'ma tell you where you're wrong at I'll bend, but I won't break, not me – no, madam I'm broker than the Ten Commandments Plus I just walked a hole in some Stacey Adams Shit! And at that, you broke, been broke, gon' be broke Wanna see me broke, but please ho, really doe 'Cause I'll tell a lie, she'll tell a lie Then we'll sit there with a straight face And compliment each other on one another's lie Now I can tell you 30 times how to pimp you a hoe And I can tell you 30 more and you still won't know Partner, you, you wanna overuse the pussy Me, I'm tryin' to hit the news with the pussy In a survey, it's estimated that 9 out of 10 men don't check they spouse But Suga Free'll tell your pretty ass to get the fuck out! And... [Chorus] Get my money, why you bullshittin'?! Baby, why you bullshittin'?! I get down, why you bullshittin'?! Baby, why you bullshittin'?! [Verse 3] Bitch, come get your damn kids, you see 'em tearin' up my shit She's starin' dead at they ass, you won't tell 'em to quit Now, I'll whoop they ass, fuck waitin' 'til baby turn her back Let little man come sock me in the chest again and try to run, he gettin' cracked I want you, but I really don't need you, bitch 'Cause all you do is eat, burp, and fuck, and talk that shit And tell your kids I ain't they motherfuckin' daddy What-what? Your Medi-Cal expired? 'Cause they look like they been eatin' cabbage And it don't cost a dime I won't knock no pork chop off your plate if you don't knock one off of mine Yeah, this pimpin', partna 'Cause a hoe's gonna be a hoe, for real Quit jockin' her, 'cause you'se a snack, she's lookin' for a meal And I ain't tryin' to be your friend, bitch Buddy, buddy, "that's my partner," "that nigga cool," and all that shit Sayin', "I won't be afraid, I won't go astray I pay like I weigh, I'll stay in my place Please let me stay, I'll ho to my grave" So how you wanna handle this? Baby, we'll dismantle this And we blows you out like a candle trick Hahahahahaha And we blows you out like a candle trick [Chorus] Man, get your money, why you bullshittin'?! Baby, why you bullshittin'?! Believe me, I get down, why you bullshittin'?! That's right, baby, why you bullshittin'?! It's pimpin' wit' me – don't fuck around, why you bullshittin'?! Yo, Kingpin, why you bullshittin'?! Ah, goddamn! Pomona Town, why you bullshittin'?! Uhh! That's where I'm from, why you bullshittin'?! It's pimpin' wit' me, get your money, why you bullshittin'?! What's pimpin' wit' chu?, baby, why you bullshittin'?! Uhh, trick, it ain't hard, why you bullshittin'?! In a real way credit card, why you bullshittin'?! Got my money, baby, why you bullshittin'?! Ahh, goddamn, why you bullshittin'?! Suga Free, I get down, why you bullshittin'?! Suga Free, Black Tone, don't be bullshittin'! Kingpin for life! Ahhhh, Kingpin for life, y'all!