Pimp Daddy, Lil’ Ya, Big Tymers, B.G. - Who Got Tha Birds lyrics
B.G. [Christopher Noel Dorsey] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Pimp Daddy, Lil’ Ya, Big Tymers, B.G. - Who Got Tha Birds lyrics]
BG black Connection back up on
That ass once again
Baby all the time
BG somethin' to blow somethin' nigga
Baby nigga Pimp Daddy fool
BG uptown for life
Baby like this nigga
Baby i shuffle my money
Like a card game on the cool and
Fuck mo hoes then that green done sold Fa'sho
I beat my bitches out a pocket
When they break the rule bitch give me mine
And I'm a cut these nigga's when
I'm drunk actin' a fool
Big Bro, wusup nigga
Let me use yo fuckin' tool
I need the chopper Mag-11 so I
Can act a fool Chopper, chopper
They got some nigga's from Texas
Comin' down with some birds
So what's the word nigga
Jack 'em straight serve
I got some birds nigga what
Y'all ready to serve nigga what
Spread 'em out good nigga what
Cuz this hood is your's
Nigga Fa'sho nigga look baby
I went from rag's to riches
I went from riches to rag'
Now I'm saggin' in my bitch B
I heard you puttin' yo foot
In them hoes ass, Huh-bra pass me the gar
Nigga blow me a gun, snort some dope fool
Time to have some fun I'm prepared
I'm prepared they got some nigga's down in
LA comin' with some ki's
What's the word nigga Jack 'em straight serve
BG well nigga best's to hide that Ye because
I'm a jack move, I'm try'na come up
Lil' Doogie, on a stack move
Motherfucker, if you ballin' best believe
I got's to have it out to get mine
I ain't no hoe so I'm a grab it
If you worse up
You ducked taped in the back of the trunk
Call his people
Tell 'em I want twenty for this chump
It's goin' two way's he get sprayed
I get paid try some funny flicke shit
He on Amanester dead
With a slug in his motherfuckin' dome
They was tight with that drug
Money so I had to
Send 'em home, victim of that chrome
I'm straight takin' it, ain't fakin' it
Ya heard me
Robbin' and hustlin' is a BG way of makin' it
So if you got it, keep it on that down low
Cuz I'm a test ya if know
Try to play you like a hoe punk bitch
I'm take yo shit when I'm try'na come up
Them o'l coward ass nigga's
Got's to drop drop chorus
Lil' Ya
My nigga P-IM-P Daddy started off young
Snatchin' emblem's off them Caddy's
Then he went on, and started stealin' car's
Respect no bitch, he called 'em all broad's
My nigga had a talent that
Couldn't be fucked with me
Now he's dead and gone, all cuz a bitch
He used to shine with that iron, a Pimp
That never wined or dined
And he always rocked
Club 49, I let him meet my manager and
B-tro-duce, promised him he get
Better but and
Had to leave them buster's alone
Left Full Pack
And got with the Black Connection
And it was on we used to hit the rode
And make a lot of mil
The day I went to jail, my nigga fell
It hurt me to my heart
To hear my nigga got smoked
It's time for the Black
The Gat's let's handle business Lok
We got to put them birds on the side
This nigga, fucked over my boy, uhh
This nigga gotta die
It took a coward to kill him
Now's he's in jail and a nigga
Steady nailin' him
And if he hit the street again
Lil' Ya gonna do him in
Because Pimp was my motherfuckin' friend
Rest in Peace my nigga Pimp Daddy