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Scarface (rapper)( Brad Terrence Jordan )
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Who Are They
Lyricist:Ramon Jr Ibanga, Brad Jordan, Slim Thug
You see a nigga with his game tight, money with a name like 'Face (Face Mob) Havin' his way, the homie did his thing, right? You just a peon, the type of bitch I'd pee on
High sidin' a nigga, rollin in a Neon Now what the fuck was she on? I'm 'Prime Time' bitch like Deion (Yeah) I Spinks on a hoe like Leon
And you are just a castaway, so get your ass away Instead of fuckin' you, I'd masturbate I shouldn't of had to wait, I think you blew your big chance You rejected when I asked about the eighth grade dance
Now I'm big time, like my homeboy Randy Plus I'm pushin' a Porsche with drop top panties It's just like candy but I ain't hammy
Yo ho, so yo, ass can't hand me Shit, fuck your cell phone bitch, you can keep that Broke, you ain't know a motherfucker, where was she at?
I think I remember you, from way back when But how can I be sure? That's so long ago and since then we both have grown But look at you, you're amazin' What's so, crazy, I know how niggaz do 'Cause they get money, change and don't remember who they are
Listen, in high school with the females, I was rarely selected I got rejected by the ones the damn nerds rejected If I wore a shirt Monday, this is true, I ain't lyin' By the end of the week you probably saw it two more times
I was discouraged by the microscopic size of my bank But stayed constantly motivated to rise in the ranks I used to be a bottom feeder, lowest man on the totem But I showed a mass like the transit sit on my scrotum
Gettin' fed by my music and it's all clean work And the used to be prom queen is a Walgreen's clerk Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I would dream about bein' with ya, wantin' to kiss on ya Now I let my damn bladder bust before I piss on ya
Me and 'face second to none, makin' records for fun You thirty-seven at the strip club gettin' naked for ones But I ain't trippin', you can hit the room with me, it's fine And when I bust one on her chin, I'm like 'Clean up on aisle nine' (Yeah)
I think I remember you, from way back when But how can I be sure? That's so long ago and since then we both have grown But look at you, you're amazin' What's so, crazy, is I know how niggaz do 'Cause they get money, change and don't remember who they are
A bitch ain't never been shit to me I've been screamin' that since, 'Chronic' popped back in '93 Back when I was broke in the hood on my ass I couldn't get away when the bitch drove past
Now a nigga seein' cash so fast, things change Same bitch askin' for a ride in the Range Lookin' at a nigga strange, 'cause I ain't tryin' to entertain Conversation about her becomin' my main
I'm like 'bitch, you must of fell and bump your brain And think you fuckin' with a lame, nope not me mayne I ain't got shit for ya, matter fact, I don't know ya That's all I'm a show ya, 'cause that's all a nigga owe ya'
'Used to be fine, big titties and behind Had a few kids, now your belly bigger than mine Stomach lookin' like you had a fight with a lion I ain't fuckin' with you bitch, move around'
I think I remember you, from way back when But how can I be sure? That's so long ago and since then we both have grown But look at you, you're amazin' What's so, crazy, is I know how niggaz do 'Cause they get money, change and don't remember who they are
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