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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Suga Free
Suga Free
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dejuan Walker
Dejuan Walker
Songwriter
David Marvin Blake
David Marvin Blake
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Quik
DJ Quik
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
So, pay attention, baby
Pay attention
Our Father, who art in Heaven
Quik gave me a beat, now Pomona's on the set now
[Verse 2]
Get your money, why you bullshitting?
Baby, why you bullshitting?
[Verse 3]
Mama tried, but it ain't no love like homie love, baby
I'm g'd up and I'm crazy
And there's a mellow ghetto breeze on my ass
'Cause I'm sagging, don't wanna die so I'm packin'
And when I see my baby crying
I can't explain how it hits me
I'm tryna take responsibility
But see, in order for me to win, I gotta lose sometimes, baby
I know I'm wrong, but I'ma make it
[Verse 4]
Now I never hit a woman, no
But I'll slap the shit out of a bitch
Why you bullshitting?
If you think with a little head, you get's a little head, little trick
But I ain't goin' against the grain, not me, not even a little bit
Bet she didn't tell you she used to be my ho, huh?
Yeah ****, she sold that pussy for me in Pomona
You better take some of this night time, stuffy, achey, head fever
So you can realize I'm tryna get richer quick
Why you bullshitting, medicine, ****
Suga Free is lovely and pretty as I can be
Perm's silkier than Charlotte's Web
Waves deep as Redondo Beach, tell em again, child
[Verse 5]
Get your money, why you bullshitting?
Baby, why you bullshitting?
I get down, why you bullshitting?
Baby why you bullshitting?
[Verse 6]
Now what's the problem, ****?
What-what, yo' lady won't suck yo' dick?
'Cause for the very low-low price of a hunnid dollas
You can use my bitch, and if you act now
Man, I'll throw in a ho that'll buff your knives
She used to work down there at the sperm bank
Till she got fired for drinking on the job
But you ain't knowin', giving baby yo' money, be killing me
Lettin' that bitch disrespect you in front of yo' friends, be killing me
Always giving that bitch some dick, killing me
Going through one ear and coming out the other
Talking 'bout, You feeling me
Now potna' tell me where my love at
'Cause I'ma tell ya where you're wrong at
I bend but I won't break
Not me, no matter
I'm broker than the Ten Commandments
Plus, I just walked a hole in some Stacey Adams
Shit, and at that
You broke, been broke, gon' be broke
Wanna see me broke, but please ho, really though
'Cause I tell a lie and she'll tell a lie
And then we'll sit there with a straight face
And compliment each other on one another's lives
Now, I could tell ya thirty times, how to pimp you a ho
And I could tell you thirty mo', and you still won't know, potna
You-you wanna overuse the pussy
****, I'm tryna hit the news with the pussy
In a survey, your sister made it that nine out of ten
Men don't check they spouse
But Suga Free'll tell yo' pretty ass to get the fuck out
[Verse 7]
Get your money, why you bullshitting?
Baby, why you bullshitting?
I get down, why you bullshitting?
Baby, why you bullshitting?
[Verse 8]
Bitch, come get yo' damn kids
You see 'em tearing up my shit
You staring dead at they ass
You won't tell em to quit
Now, I'll whoop they ass
Fuck waiting till baby turn her back
Let lil' man come sock me in the chest again and try to run
He gettin' cracked
I want you, but I really don't need you, bitch
'Cause all you do is eat, burp, and fuck
And talk that shit
And tell yo' kids, I ain't they motherfuckin' daddy
What-what, yo' Medi-Cal expire?
'Cause they look they they been eatin' cabbage
And it don't cost a dime
I won't knock no pork chop off your plate
If you don't knock one off of mind
Yeah, this pimpin', potna
'Cause a ho's gonna be a ho for real
Quit jocking her, 'cause you's a snack, she's looking for a meal
And I ain't tryna be yo' friend, bitch
Buddy-buddy, that's my potna, that **** cool and all that shit, sayin'
[Verse 9]
I won't be afraid, I won't go astray
I pay like I weigh
I'll stay in my place
Please let me stay
I'll ho to my grave
[Verse 10]
So how you wanna handle this?
Baby, we'll dismantle this
And we blows you out like a candle, trick
And we blows you out like a candle, trick
[Verse 11]
Man, get your money, why you bullshitting?
Baby, why you bullshitting?
Believe me, I get down, why you bullshitting? (That's right)
Baby, why you bullshitting?
Don't fuck around, why you bullshitting?
Kingpin, why you bullshitting?
Pomona town, why you bullshitting?
That's where I'm from, why you bullshitting?
Get your money, why you bullshitting?
Baby why you bullshitting?
It ain't hard, why you bullshitting?
Credit card, why you bullshitting?
My money baby, why you bullshitting?
God damn, why you bullshitting?
I get down, why you bullshitting? (Suga Free)
Black tomb, don't be bullshitting (Suga Free)
Written by: DJ Quik, Suga Free
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