Real Hip Hop Shit #3

Don't ah Don't ah Don't ah Don't let love pass you by Look, look, uh Leather jacket, relaxin' in the movie scenes, I'm actin' These rappers practice, I'm at the plate, another bad bitch Fully smoking locomotive, nigga, fuck a ad-lib In the club celebratin' 'cause I'm so promoted, ha Is it a fire? 'Cause the crowd smoking Big Will, she off a pill, rolling You know a country nigga hungry, Waffle House? Open But they too broke to pay their bills, so they free-loading But it's cool, sit down You know that nigga is? Girl, his name Chris Brown His chain's so ugly that it makes a bitch frown I'm servin' all these niggas, but who ordered hash browns? Nigga, I be like (I be like) Huh, y-y-up, yeah, I got the check And I just paid your bills, so yes, I want some sex Ha, but first, can I kiss your neck? And I'ma work you out, so you ain't gotta stretch Ho-ho-hol' up, let me slow up Impregnate the beat, I make that bitch blow up I eat all I can eat 'til a nigga throw up I tell that DJ, "Ayy, pull up, pull up" Man, I'm so sick of these lame motherfuckers A nigga still shittin' on the game, motherfucker Old niggas as the world change motherfuckers Y'all niggas still bein' the same motherfucker? Who else, dawg? Look Let me go in, then I count more ends My Timbs 11, and your friends in my Benz The engine on that Viper 220 And it's green in the trunk, but that's new money Watch Frank Mueller, my Ruger Cut that shit fire, I just shot my jeweler Another hunnid racks just to make my chain look cooler Off that foreign loco, out of my medulla, wow I be seein' dead people, dead prezzies my besties Nigga, we are not equal (Yeah) How you get the big picture lookin' from a peephole? My real niggas in the back, like, "He ain't talkin' to me though" I know you mad 'cause I afford it TMZ, I'm wipin' my ass, so stop recordin' Supposedly a singer, can't do hip-hop But I just killed this shit, so let the shit rock