C-Mob, Dirty Flint - Watchu Rappin For? lyrics

He rapping for the bitches
He rapping for the fame
I'm rapping for the riches
And plusses in my veins

I'm rapping for the skrilla
And plus for the fact that I
Just love this shit
I don't give a damn 'bout the fame or
How many dames wanna suck this dick (yeah)
I'm going for profit and ain't gonna stop
It till pockets is filled with fifties
You want the designer clothes
I stick to my white T-shirt and Dickies
Never been no faker
Never been no punk or sucker neither
I can lyrically kill you with
One verse or mothafucka heater
I don't understand why
Mothafuckas just stand by
Bopping they head to a song when they know
That the lyricist just a damn lie for one
I don't rap about shit unless I feel it
For two, anybody wanna try tell me what to
Rap about they can kill it for three
I don't rap about cars or clothes every
Once in a while I rap about
Hoes I suppose you could say that
I be on that sick shit
Rap about life staying on my toes (yeah)
And another mothafucka might try to say
You gotta be commercial to succeed
But, I gotta keep it real
Gotta come from the heart
Gotta rap about what I live and breath
And never will I be that
Mothafucka selling out for MTV
I'mma keep it gutter while they gill head me
Rapping on the front porch or an MP3
Them CD's mothafuckers dropping
Nowadays talking 'bout the same shit
Everybody wanna rap about the bling bling
I don't wanna hear about yo chain bitch
Regardless of the brain for the dames and the
Fame I'mma keep on doing my thang
And that will never change
Cause this game is in my veins
He rapping for the bitches
He rapping for the fame
I'm rapping for the riches
And plusses in my veins i gotta rip it dawg
That's what I'm living for
I'm never coming soft I
Always keep it hardcore

I rely on myself, depend on nobody
Fake nigga love to hate
Talk trash and wanna copy
I guess you gotta deal with fake
Cause dawg you can't stop me
I'm moving slow speeds
But still you can't clock me
I see through your style like
Long legs and white stockings
Your hobbies are dick riding, lip popping
And cock-blocking
My concerns are badder rapping and
Neck snapping and bread
Snatching and skull bashing and run past 'em
The hustle is everlasting
Till a nigga gets blasted
Can't see that happen
Therefore I got me a MAC-10
Won't catch me slacking
Always ready for action
Watch the clip starts to track and marksmen
Slash assassin my shots becoming rapid
Turning your kids into bastards
Master of disaster
Fucking up all you rappers and
I don't buy CD's i get 'em free from Napster
That shit was whack
Anyway boy so shut yo ass up
He rapping for the bitches
He rapping for the fame
I'm rapping for the riches
And plusses in my veins i gotta rip it dawg
That's what I'm living for
I'm never coming soft I
Always keep it hardcore

We infesting the game
Like chicken pox and measles
I'm a deadly force with the killers
Down there so damn lethal
I know just how to greet you
With 16 bars of evil
I have you calling the attorney
For the injured people
You claim you have no equal
Watch me and Mob defeat you
Download you and delete you
Without the desert eagles
My heart be pumping diesel
So you better be peaceful
Cause, I don't believe in sequels
No I don't believe in sequels

When I spit this heat I'mma
Make mothafuckas feel the flames
When I peep the industries weakness I'm
About to kill the game nigga I feel the same
Let's make all these fake rappers
Get on the flow
When it comes to the industry I'm ain't
Trynna give a foot and shit
I'm about to kick down the door
Flip when I flow
Do it for the riches right nine
Happy with the grip that I hold
Mob and Dirty Flint so cold
And we finna explode once we get
Our shit in the store
But no matter whatever happens though
You know I'mma keep on snapping Joe
I do it for the money and I do for the
Love now what the fuck you rapping for
Here for the bitches he rapping for the fame
I'm rapping for the riches
And plusses in my veins i gotta rip it dawg
That's what I'm living for
I'm never coming soft I
Always keep it hardcore