Baby Bash, A-Wax, Russell Lee, Richie Rich - Better Than I Can Tell Ya lyrics
[Baby Bash, A-Wax, Russell Lee, Richie Rich - Better Than I Can Tell Ya lyrics]
Yeah, yeah i'm a spit some of this real game
Some real shit some real talk
Na, na whoa oh
Whoa
Check my watch check my chain
It's simple and plain
The Chevy with the blew out brains as I
Bounce and mash count this cash
Floss and flash
Cop, then blow a zip with Bash
Since everything is big in Texas, then
Where's the zag's
I'm a cross the finish line, tell me
Where's the flags brought my
Rag top, should've brought the Jag
On the beach, me and Beesh
Look at all this ass i can
Tell you stories, but can show you cash
Give you
Game and secrets that I know you'll pass
To the next player hater
And he'll break like glass
Now I got a bunch of
People digging' through my pads so I
Choose to floss, cous', who's the boss
Let's ink it
It's Richie Rich, for those who thought
Re-think it
Some yell it, tell it, I blow it, smoke it
And smell it
And spend tokens with my people who sell it
What
I can show you better than I can tell ya
Tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya
Tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya
Whoa, yeah but, it's really nothin' though
(But, it's really nothin' though)
But, it's really nothin' though
(But, it's really nothin' though)
I could show you
Somethin' dirty deep up in them corners
Mayne what the deal
I could bend the block and make
It hotter than a Forman grill
I got the keys to the Chevy Caprice
I can show you motherfucker snitchin'
Straight to Belize now that's low
Fa sho conspiracy and parole
I could show you real cats
Doin' time over a ho
I could show you poor and happy
Or rich ones who lose they mind
I can show you dame pieces
In school fashion design
I could show you street
Lights and Heartbreak Hotels
I could show you, young cats
Gettin' popped with yayo
Down to do, what I gotta do
To satisfy the man in me
And from the looks of thangs
The popos ain't understandin' me
The original digital scale reader
The pedigree player who be
Stackin' his Velveeta i could show you boss
Stuntin' so fuckin' disgustin'
I could show you rappers frontin', but mayne
It's really nothin'
I could show you
I could reach you and teach you
I know you and where you comin' from
I understand it
This been goin' on forever, dawg, it's no end
Life is like a
Bullet in your back from a close friend
Disappointing, to the point
Where I'm runnin' by myself
Never knowin' where I'm goin'
Start to wonder myself (yeah)
Money was a necessity
My greed got the best of me
(Got the best of me)
You think you smokin' Uncle B
Who got the recipe i'm saying it's nothin'
I say it sincerely and speakin' clearly
I'd rather you respect me than fear me
I came a long way, and still
I got a while to go
You probably thinkin' to yourself
What's he smilin' for?
My dawg Bash about to be platinum
Doin' his thang
So if you hate him for it, boy
You fakin' and know it we takin' this money
Big bundles of bills
I'm like a whole another person when
It come to this scrill
Some real shit some real talk
Na, na whoa oh
Whoa
Check my watch check my chain
It's simple and plain
The Chevy with the blew out brains as I
Bounce and mash count this cash
Floss and flash
Cop, then blow a zip with Bash
Since everything is big in Texas, then
Where's the zag's
I'm a cross the finish line, tell me
Where's the flags brought my
Rag top, should've brought the Jag
On the beach, me and Beesh
Look at all this ass i can
Tell you stories, but can show you cash
Give you
Game and secrets that I know you'll pass
To the next player hater
And he'll break like glass
Now I got a bunch of
People digging' through my pads so I
Choose to floss, cous', who's the boss
Let's ink it
It's Richie Rich, for those who thought
Re-think it
Some yell it, tell it, I blow it, smoke it
And smell it
And spend tokens with my people who sell it
What
I can show you better than I can tell ya
Tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya
Tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya
Whoa, yeah but, it's really nothin' though
(But, it's really nothin' though)
But, it's really nothin' though
(But, it's really nothin' though)
I could show you
Somethin' dirty deep up in them corners
Mayne what the deal
I could bend the block and make
It hotter than a Forman grill
I got the keys to the Chevy Caprice
I can show you motherfucker snitchin'
Straight to Belize now that's low
Fa sho conspiracy and parole
I could show you real cats
Doin' time over a ho
I could show you poor and happy
Or rich ones who lose they mind
I can show you dame pieces
In school fashion design
I could show you street
Lights and Heartbreak Hotels
I could show you, young cats
Gettin' popped with yayo
Down to do, what I gotta do
To satisfy the man in me
And from the looks of thangs
The popos ain't understandin' me
The original digital scale reader
The pedigree player who be
Stackin' his Velveeta i could show you boss
Stuntin' so fuckin' disgustin'
I could show you rappers frontin', but mayne
It's really nothin'
I could show you
I could reach you and teach you
I know you and where you comin' from
I understand it
This been goin' on forever, dawg, it's no end
Life is like a
Bullet in your back from a close friend
Disappointing, to the point
Where I'm runnin' by myself
Never knowin' where I'm goin'
Start to wonder myself (yeah)
Money was a necessity
My greed got the best of me
(Got the best of me)
You think you smokin' Uncle B
Who got the recipe i'm saying it's nothin'
I say it sincerely and speakin' clearly
I'd rather you respect me than fear me
I came a long way, and still
I got a while to go
You probably thinkin' to yourself
What's he smilin' for?
My dawg Bash about to be platinum
Doin' his thang
So if you hate him for it, boy
You fakin' and know it we takin' this money
Big bundles of bills
I'm like a whole another person when
It come to this scrill