Loyalty And Betrayal

Lyrics

You got the beat turned up in my ear a little mo'?
 (Aight) Let's go
 Uhh, a little more volume pimp YEAH, okay
 Just tell me when. yeah
 It's mobbin - this shit sinister
 Straight sinister mob
 Rick Rock you did this? (Yeah!)
 I don't spit metaphors (metaphors) I spit L-R-P's
 On these dark murky bloody streets of Vallejo, where I get my cheese
 Never mind the trauma playa, you don't wanna be wearin a helmet
 I'm not divin back in the cocoa plant game Mr. Johnny Law I'm celibate
 Rebellion, slightly throwed off, but hella smart (smart)
 Got the mouthpiece of a pimp (and what?)
 And a perm like Reverand Sharp' (Sharp')
 Now tell me if I'm wrong (wrong)
 If I open up my, own barbershop, and get me a small business loan
 Gotta lay it down for a minute (whatcha gon' do?) Do what you do
 If you in the jail, don't let the jail get in you
 And the C-H-P's think they slick, trick
 They got a new device out there for high-speedin called the spice drips
 See potnah dude right there (uh-huh) he talk more shit than my batch
 But he's a coward (coward) and plus a pumpkin in a pumpkin patch
 He's a wussy (wussy) if I didn't know better, seriously
 Pimpin, you'd think he got a pussy (got a pussy)
 Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
 Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
 Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
 Some gon', betray you, and some gon', be loyal
 Oooh, he was listenin to my tape (to my tape)
 He was on his way home last night
 Out of bounds and they got him at the plate (at the plate)
 Soon as he put his foot on the porch, they to' his ass up
 (What he had comin?) He had it comin (oh boy)
 Now keep in mind (mind)
 This nigga done been shot (how many times?) Fo' or five times
 This nigga done been shot, three times befo' this time
 (For what?) For lyin, and havin numerous conversations with the law
 (For what?) For spyin and havin diarrhea of the jaw (of the jaw)
 I don't get along with undercover
 Like Republican and Democrat, we don't cut for each other
 I think it's hella WRONG when us brothers
 Rat each other out, and roll on one another
 Oooh, dis rap is just like the coke game
 (Illegal dope, but it's cutthroat)
 Dis coke game is just like the rap game
 (With saditty, plastic ass folk)
 Oooh, like a tittie I used to buy my gal the songs
 To send my breezy up in Albertson's
 Just to make grocery just to play it off
 Why (why?) Because. I figure if I did it it'll be too obvious
 But whaddayou mean too obvious? Sheist
 Arm & Hammer baking soda in gumbo pots white napkin wipin
 Oh I see - that makes a lot of sense
 Pimpin you kinda smart huh? Ain't never had to hit a fence
 You got boys? (Boys?) Do I, strength
 What did you start off with? A sixteenth, a pinch
 You sittin fat (fat) I know that for a fact
 Don't let these glasses fool, see I just look like that
 Be the first one to pop a cap, first one to put one through ya
 Don't think just cause I rap, that I won't take it to ya
 I don't think you squares understand
 You ain't fuckin wit a boy (who you fuckin wit?)
 You fuckin wit a man
 That's big spittin, oh boy, fo' sho'
 Motherfuckers ain't stickin to the script no mo'
 (Nah they ain't stickin to the script)
 You know that's why when you find a real cat
 (What you supposed to do?) Find a real tycoon on your team?
 (Uh-huh) You gon' cherish that pimpin-ass nigga mayn y'know?
 (Fo' sho') Cause they hard to come by mayn, just like a bitch mayn
 Just like bitches are hard to come by, the good ones?
 Niggaz is hard to come by; real niggaz y'know?
 That ain't on no gay shit, that's on some real shit, dig that
 Oh boy! Uhh. (Not on no gay shit nigga, be pimpin)
 (Yeah we fly straight around this motherfucker)
 (We pimps in this bitch, we stay spittin these L-R-P's, oh boy!)
 (Dig that, that's why we MOBB like this, dig this nigga, beotch!!)

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Duration
04:34
Key
1
Tempo
93 BPM

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