8Ball, MJG, Nuckleheadz - What Do You See lyrics
[8Ball, MJG, Nuckleheadz - What Do You See lyrics]
I gots no muthafuckin’ ends
Sit and wish for a riot
Knowing it’s too damn hot outside
Plus I’m tired
My income is hurtin’ and then some
Why can’t lend some g’s to a brother making
His come up undercover
These hoes, they want new clothes
To ride on Vogues
And most of the time they be
Getting chose when they pose
Ain’t no victory in doing shit for
The next bitch of the century
Can’t do shit for me but an injury
I be the pimp master, outlaster
Outblaster, 30 bustas with the outcaster
Hit the masker, don’t ask a
The identities of the fallen
Enemies, nigga, please
Heart of a hustler, real
Done by no bloodstains
Take it how you wanna take it
While I break it down, mayne
Crews come in twos and threes
But they all fold
Enemies of me and MJG’s tight flow
Hoes jockin’, tryna slip into a nigga pocket
Get in the hotel room naked
Then scream "Stop it!"
Listen, I’m gonna take it to another level
All you need to do is suck
Me clean like a Dirt Devil
Shovel packin’ bitches wasting
My precious time
Pussy creamin’, simultaneously schemin’
What do you see when you see
Me? I’ll tell you what
A true player from the South in the house
("Do you wanna see…")
When it comes to getting rugged
This bitch is wicked
Style like none other, this bitch can kick it
Southernplayalistic bitch with the
Meal ticket
Slamming like Hakeem when it comes
To this rap thang
Tomboy-ish ass flow, so now you know
Lez Moné been kickin’ shit since ‘84
‘Cause it’s a big deal like Poppa
My shit is proper
And tucked inside the boots
I got my shit-stopper
Bitches recognize, haters realize
Suave House shit is thick
Sit back and catch some of this pimp shit
As we dips through your muthafuckin’ hood
The shit is understood, give up your goods
Eight, tell ‘em what you see when
They go fuckin’ with the crew
We on top of the world, bitch
I thought you knew
What they know about them Nuckleheadz?
Madam, break it down for me one time
Ha, all I wanna do is be fly
Toss niggas and stack mail
But in the meantime, I gotta post bail
My so-called homies began to realize
The quality up in this G bitch nationwide
When I see you
Prepare for this player to put
The stare on ya telephone ya? I thinks not
So what you know about that Suave House?
Oh, we cold like teddy
About to turn the fuckin’ lights out
So let’s turn some corners
Up on that Northside
Southside, it sound good up in that D ride
And if I was a nigga, I’d be on my own dick
Just like a trick or a gold-diggin’ bitch
Swing low sweet chariot
Off in the Marriott Hotel
But oh well, madam macks
Well, hittin’ harder than Vernon
Ask that L-E-Z what this bitch be earnin’
It’s me, original player, OP
Stout woman undresser, professor, hoe tester
Inc smoking, from the cess to the chronic
Throw away your papers
Real niggas get blunted silk tailor made
Black as a spade with braids
Gator shoes, making money hungry hoes choose
Gold smile
Tongue flowing like the Mississippi
Lyric constructor
Smoked out like Chris Tucker
What the busta musta didn’t pay attention
Hit rewind and let me take
Your mind back in time
Remember me, little, fat, cute, and chubby?
Now I’m mean muggin’ niggas
Walking ‘round shoving niggas
When I open up my mouth
You can hear the South
Packin’ guns, stackin’ funds
Fuck selling out
When you see me, what do you really see?
Screaming like Mike and Janet
But, you don’t hear me
Never no more than the
P-IM-P-IN-G since the day
That I stood in the hood
I would be strictly down for my dollar
Break a bitch scholar
Hoe, give me my cheese ‘fore I
Snatch you by your collar better not holler
It’s the nigga with his dick in your throat
Better not tell a lie ‘cause
Your ass might choke i’m smoking plenty bud
Drinking ‘gnac and riding candy
Shit to make a bullshit day feel dandy
What do you do when you see
Straight through a nigga’s game?
Do you hang point blank range to his brain?
Will he have a life after death? I don’t know
He push me like a hoe, he gotta go
He gotta go
Note the flow when the gun smoke clears
It be history
Call Captain Kirk for the unsolved mystery
Quickly tell a muh’fucka what you see
Fading out this world peeping up at MJG
Sit and wish for a riot
Knowing it’s too damn hot outside
Plus I’m tired
My income is hurtin’ and then some
Why can’t lend some g’s to a brother making
His come up undercover
These hoes, they want new clothes
To ride on Vogues
And most of the time they be
Getting chose when they pose
Ain’t no victory in doing shit for
The next bitch of the century
Can’t do shit for me but an injury
I be the pimp master, outlaster
Outblaster, 30 bustas with the outcaster
Hit the masker, don’t ask a
The identities of the fallen
Enemies, nigga, please
Heart of a hustler, real
Done by no bloodstains
Take it how you wanna take it
While I break it down, mayne
Crews come in twos and threes
But they all fold
Enemies of me and MJG’s tight flow
Hoes jockin’, tryna slip into a nigga pocket
Get in the hotel room naked
Then scream "Stop it!"
Listen, I’m gonna take it to another level
All you need to do is suck
Me clean like a Dirt Devil
Shovel packin’ bitches wasting
My precious time
Pussy creamin’, simultaneously schemin’
What do you see when you see
Me? I’ll tell you what
A true player from the South in the house
("Do you wanna see…")
When it comes to getting rugged
This bitch is wicked
Style like none other, this bitch can kick it
Southernplayalistic bitch with the
Meal ticket
Slamming like Hakeem when it comes
To this rap thang
Tomboy-ish ass flow, so now you know
Lez Moné been kickin’ shit since ‘84
‘Cause it’s a big deal like Poppa
My shit is proper
And tucked inside the boots
I got my shit-stopper
Bitches recognize, haters realize
Suave House shit is thick
Sit back and catch some of this pimp shit
As we dips through your muthafuckin’ hood
The shit is understood, give up your goods
Eight, tell ‘em what you see when
They go fuckin’ with the crew
We on top of the world, bitch
I thought you knew
What they know about them Nuckleheadz?
Madam, break it down for me one time
Ha, all I wanna do is be fly
Toss niggas and stack mail
But in the meantime, I gotta post bail
My so-called homies began to realize
The quality up in this G bitch nationwide
When I see you
Prepare for this player to put
The stare on ya telephone ya? I thinks not
So what you know about that Suave House?
Oh, we cold like teddy
About to turn the fuckin’ lights out
So let’s turn some corners
Up on that Northside
Southside, it sound good up in that D ride
And if I was a nigga, I’d be on my own dick
Just like a trick or a gold-diggin’ bitch
Swing low sweet chariot
Off in the Marriott Hotel
But oh well, madam macks
Well, hittin’ harder than Vernon
Ask that L-E-Z what this bitch be earnin’
It’s me, original player, OP
Stout woman undresser, professor, hoe tester
Inc smoking, from the cess to the chronic
Throw away your papers
Real niggas get blunted silk tailor made
Black as a spade with braids
Gator shoes, making money hungry hoes choose
Gold smile
Tongue flowing like the Mississippi
Lyric constructor
Smoked out like Chris Tucker
What the busta musta didn’t pay attention
Hit rewind and let me take
Your mind back in time
Remember me, little, fat, cute, and chubby?
Now I’m mean muggin’ niggas
Walking ‘round shoving niggas
When I open up my mouth
You can hear the South
Packin’ guns, stackin’ funds
Fuck selling out
When you see me, what do you really see?
Screaming like Mike and Janet
But, you don’t hear me
Never no more than the
P-IM-P-IN-G since the day
That I stood in the hood
I would be strictly down for my dollar
Break a bitch scholar
Hoe, give me my cheese ‘fore I
Snatch you by your collar better not holler
It’s the nigga with his dick in your throat
Better not tell a lie ‘cause
Your ass might choke i’m smoking plenty bud
Drinking ‘gnac and riding candy
Shit to make a bullshit day feel dandy
What do you do when you see
Straight through a nigga’s game?
Do you hang point blank range to his brain?
Will he have a life after death? I don’t know
He push me like a hoe, he gotta go
He gotta go
Note the flow when the gun smoke clears
It be history
Call Captain Kirk for the unsolved mystery
Quickly tell a muh’fucka what you see
Fading out this world peeping up at MJG