King T, Dawn Robinson - Six in the Morning lyrics

Six in the mornin'
Awakened by a knock on my door
Grabbed my fo-fo' before I put
My feet on the floor
And yelled "Who is it?"
Peeped through my blind just a smidget
My nigga Bone stood in
Some cold black lizards
"What's up?" "Nigga how ya been
What ya doin'?"
"Ah, some niggas havin' problems with my
Money so I flew in you know this kid Juan
Got a sista named Chatan?
Live up in the Palms sellin'
Chronic by the tons" "As ya mention
He got that woodgrain Expedition
60's tried to kill him but they missed him
They said that nigga got a big mouth
Boastin' 'bout some hustlers
That he hit from down south
What's that all about?"
"That nigga's crazy, show me where he hang
It's all gravy put on some clothes
I'm double parked in my Rolls
And niggas hate me"
"I feel ya baby, let me grab this linen
And slip on these sandals with
The ostrich all in 'em"
"Man call them stripper hoes
Tell 'em call all they people
I hear that nigga hidin' out
Trickin' at the Nikko"
"Don't worry 'bout a thing
" "yeah I need to calm down"
"Well let me grab some Mary Jane
Get higher than a plane"
"Do you still got that Glock that
I gave you on the block?
Some funk was 'bout to pop then
You ran up in that spot"
"Ah shit, I forgot all about that heat Bone
I got the stash spot in my Brougham
" "Well nigga it's on"

"Who the fuck" - "Who the fuck is this?"
"Big black motherfucker with Gs"
(It's King T)
"Who the fuck" - "Who the fuck is this?"
"Big black motherfucker with Gs
(It's King T)
"Who the fuck" - "Who the fuck is this?"
"Big black motherfucker with Gs"
(It's King T)
"Who the fuck" - "Who the fuck is this?"
"Big black motherfucker with Gs
(It's King T)

Lookin' shady, doin' 80 (babay) Don't temp me
The weed smoke floatin' like the Bentley
Lay back on a gangsta mack strictly
"Man just wait 'til I catch that young
Fool that tried to get me
They says he probably rollin' around
Like he ownin' the town
Not knowin' I'm down
Not knowin' I clown" phone rings
"Well loc, them stripper hoes just hit me
That nigga at the Century
Club playin' Big Willie
Dancin' with the Cristal
The ho had the nerve
To say a nigga missin' out" "What?
Who the fuck is that?
Tell them stripper hoes to pop that
Twat and keep 'em hot"
"And when he come out" "Loc
That nigga gettin'" gun shot

Ooh, his first mistake was
He had to do the crime
He had to hustle mornin' to the night
If he would have known then
The things that he knows now
He might not have got that time in Wayside