Mr. Pip Don’t Play

Lyrics

[Intro] Just to understand you You can understand that bullshit but you can't understand how to take another Aaahh Oh oh I know they don't like it (Hear that) Niggas is bitches (Hear that) Straight the fuck up them niggas through man I'm on the real They don't know what's real fuck 'em What the fuck nigga c'mon [Verse] Oven hot shit, compare me to that Look in niggas eyes and see the scariest cats Hairs turn straight on their arms Swing a barrel at your face I got the donkiest charm Niggas don't have to bump my shit I know the good news I know all of the lit, I know all the hood rules Never broke one of them That's why a nigga could walk by my mother fucking sеlf People stop me to talk And ask quеstions like "What's a better dig, wet dirt or dry?" I'll ponder on that later while smoking the fire Something to chime in They know I'm married so no dine in Currently with Doc making your mind bend Lining from my uncle, smoothie from my auntie Rhyme soul by the bundle, this city is a jungle Vic Spencer 'bout to disown that Soon as you step on the scene you a clone bat Smoking weed, Pat Sajak, fortune cookie OG Cliché nigga, weed socks while I blow trees Listen to blow trees by Redman while rolling up Wearing all white so I can scoop all of the tree nugs Fabric softener music Hardcore niggas doing their laundry to it Play this shit loud while you watch a movie Your girl's gush looking like a melted Laffy Taffy Niggas still talking shit with no heart, get at me Look at these niggas, one time for life And shoot your soul through your body make it swoop through the night Never seen a ghost outside of my shadow Talking with your moth we gon' slap off the Bible Back to the broccoli rap with the beef sheet Ike Turner a mother fucking beat for relief, shit Shit Fuck Damn That's it though That's all you're gonna give us