I gots no mutha****in' ends, sit and wish for a riot
Knowing it's too damn hot outside, plus I'm tired
My income is hurtin' and then some, why can't lend some
G’s to a brother making his come up undercover
These hoes, they want new clothes, to ride on Vogues
And most of the time they be getting chose when they pose
Ain't no victory in doing shit for the next ***** of the century
Can't do shit for me but an injury
I be the pimp master, outlaster
Outblaster, 30 bustas with the outcaster
Hit the masker, don't ask a
The identities of the fallen enemies, nigga, please
Heart of a hustler, real, done by no bloodstains
Take it how you wanna take it while I break it down, mane
Crews come in twos and threes but they all fold
Enemies of me and MJG's tight flow
Hoes jockin', tryna slip into a nigga pocket
Get in the hotel room naked then scream "Stop it!"
Listen, I'm gonna take it to another level
All you need to do is suck me clean like a Dirt Devil
Shovel-packin' ******* wasting my precious time
***** creamin', simultaneously schemin'
What do you see when you see me? I’ll tell you what
A true player from the South in the house
When it comes to getting rugged, this ***** is wicked
Style like none other, this ***** can kick it
Southernplayalistic ***** with the meal ticket
Slamming like Hakeem when it comes to this rap thang
Tomboy-ish ass flow, so now you know
Lez Moné been kickin' shit since '84
'Cause it’s a big deal like Poppa, my shit is proper
And tucked inside the boots, I got my shit-stopper
******* recognize, haters realize
Suave House shit is thick, sit back and catch some of this pimp shit
As we dips through your mutha****in' hood
The shit is understood, give up your goods
Eight, tell 'em what you see when they go ****in’ with the crew
We on top of the world, *****, I thought you knew
What they know about them Nuckleheadz?
Madam, break it down for me one time
Ha, all I wanna do is be fly, toss niggas and stack mail
But in the meantime, I gotta post bail
My so-called homies began to realize
The quality up in this G ***** nationwide
When I see you, prepare for this player to put the stare on ya
Telephone ya? I thinks not
So what you know about that Suave House?
Oh, we cold like teddy, about to turn the ****in’ lights out
So let's turn some corners up on that Northside
Southside, it sound good up in that D ride
And if I was a nigga, I'd be on my own ****
Just like a trick or a gold-diggin' *****
Swing low sweet chariot, off in the Marriott Hotel
But oh well, madam macks
Well, hittin' harder than Vernon
Ask that L-E-Z what this ***** be earnin'
It's me, original player, OP
Stout woman undresser, professor, hoe tester, inc
Smoking, from the cess to the chronic
Throw away your papers, real niggas get blunted
Silk tailor-made, black as a spade with braids
Gator shoes, making money hungry hoes choose
Gold smile, tongue flowing like the Mississippi
Lyric constructor, smoked out like Chris Tucker
What the—busta musta didn't pay attention
Hit rewind and let me take your mind back in time
Remember me, little, fat, cute, and chubby?
Now I’m mean muggin' niggas, walking 'round shoving niggas
When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South
Packin' guns, stackin' funds, **** selling out
When you see me, what do you really see?
Screaming like Mike and Janet, but you don’t hear me
Never no more than the P-I-M-P-I-N-G since the day
That I stood in the hood, I would be strictly down for my dollar
Break a ***** scholar
Hoe, give me my cheese 'fore I snatch you by your collar
Better not holler
It's the nigga with his **** in your throat
Better not tell a lie 'cause your ass might choke
I'm smoking plenty bud, drinking 'gnac and riding candy
Shit to make a bullshit day feel dandy
What do you do when you see straight through a nigga's game?
Do you hang point blank range to his brain?
Will he have a life after death? I don't know
He push me like a hoe, he gotta go, he gotta go
Note the flow when the gun smoke clears, it be history
Call Captain Kirk for the unsolved mystery, quickly
Tell a muh'****a what you see
Fading out this world peeping up at MJG
(That Suave clique is so thick)
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:08.960]
[00:09.637] I gots no mutha****in' ends, sit and wish for a riot
[00:12.935] Knowing it's too damn hot outside, plus I'm tired
[00:15.755] My income is hurtin' and then some, why can't lend some
[00:18.531] G’s to a brother making his come up undercover
[00:21.036] These hoes, they want new clothes, to ride on Vogues
[00:23.590] And most of the time they be getting chose when they pose
[00:26.390] Ain't no victory in doing shit for the next ***** of the century
[00:29.853] Can't do shit for me but an injury
[00:31.952] I be the pimp master, outlaster
[00:34.546] Outblaster, 30 bustas with the outcaster
[00:37.561] Hit the masker, don't ask a
[00:39.532] The identities of the fallen enemies, nigga, please
[00:42.446]
[00:42.708] Heart of a hustler, real, done by no bloodstains
[00:45.230] Take it how you wanna take it while I break it down, mane
[00:48.052] Crews come in twos and threes but they all fold
[00:50.577] Enemies of me and MJG's tight flow
[00:53.332] Hoes jockin', tryna slip into a nigga pocket
[00:55.997] Get in the hotel room naked then scream "Stop it!"
[00:58.734] Listen, I'm gonna take it to another level
[01:01.338] All you need to do is suck me clean like a Dirt Devil
[01:04.042] Shovel-packin' ******* wasting my precious time
[01:06.720] ***** creamin', simultaneously schemin'
[01:09.334] What do you see when you see me? I’ll tell you what
[01:12.036] A true player from the South in the house
[01:24.646]
[01:25.069] When it comes to getting rugged, this ***** is wicked
[01:27.974] Style like none other, this ***** can kick it
[01:30.620] Southernplayalistic ***** with the meal ticket
[01:33.303] Slamming like Hakeem when it comes to this rap thang
[01:36.027] Tomboy-ish ass flow, so now you know
[01:38.802] Lez Moné been kickin' shit since '84
[01:41.288] 'Cause it’s a big deal like Poppa, my shit is proper
[01:44.150] And tucked inside the boots, I got my shit-stopper
[01:46.722] ******* recognize, haters realize
[01:48.924] Suave House shit is thick, sit back and catch some of this pimp shit
[01:51.856] As we dips through your mutha****in' hood
[01:54.252] The shit is understood, give up your goods
[01:56.932] Eight, tell 'em what you see when they go ****in’ with the crew
[01:59.570]
[01:59.915] We on top of the world, *****, I thought you knew
[02:02.463] What they know about them Nuckleheadz?
[02:04.847] Madam, break it down for me one time
[02:07.635]
[02:07.949] Ha, all I wanna do is be fly, toss niggas and stack mail
[02:11.134] But in the meantime, I gotta post bail
[02:13.392] My so-called homies began to realize
[02:15.922] The quality up in this G ***** nationwide
[02:18.686] When I see you, prepare for this player to put the stare on ya
[02:21.997] Telephone ya? I thinks not
[02:23.964] So what you know about that Suave House?
[02:26.045] Oh, we cold like teddy, about to turn the ****in’ lights out
[02:29.338] So let's turn some corners up on that Northside
[02:32.089] Southside, it sound good up in that D ride
[02:34.923] And if I was a nigga, I'd be on my own ****
[02:37.596] Just like a trick or a gold-diggin' *****
[02:39.997] Swing low sweet chariot, off in the Marriott Hotel
[02:43.419] But oh well, madam macks
[02:45.444] Well, hittin' harder than Vernon
[02:47.582] Ask that L-E-Z what this ***** be earnin'
[03:11.303]
[03:11.714] It's me, original player, OP
[03:14.226] Stout woman undresser, professor, hoe tester, inc
[03:17.458] Smoking, from the cess to the chronic
[03:19.760] Throw away your papers, real niggas get blunted
[03:22.451] Silk tailor-made, black as a spade with braids
[03:24.963] Gator shoes, making money hungry hoes choose
[03:27.580] Gold smile, tongue flowing like the Mississippi
[03:30.677] Lyric constructor, smoked out like Chris Tucker
[03:33.410] What the—busta musta didn't pay attention
[03:36.001] Hit rewind and let me take your mind back in time
[03:38.602] Remember me, little, fat, cute, and chubby?
[03:41.045] Now I’m mean muggin' niggas, walking 'round shoving niggas
[03:43.999] When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South
[03:46.695] Packin' guns, stackin' funds, **** selling out
[03:49.290] When you see me, what do you really see?
[03:51.917] Screaming like Mike and Janet, but you don’t hear me
[03:53.767]
[03:54.100] Never no more than the P-I-M-P-I-N-G since the day
[03:56.859] That I stood in the hood, I would be strictly down for my dollar
[04:00.453] Break a ***** scholar
[04:01.712] Hoe, give me my cheese 'fore I snatch you by your collar
[04:04.321] Better not holler
[04:05.130] It's the nigga with his **** in your throat
[04:06.989] Better not tell a lie 'cause your ass might choke
[04:09.642] I'm smoking plenty bud, drinking 'gnac and riding candy
[04:12.592] Shit to make a bullshit day feel dandy
[04:15.085] What do you do when you see straight through a nigga's game?
[04:17.593] Do you hang point blank range to his brain?
[04:20.265] Will he have a life after death? I don't know
[04:23.047] He push me like a hoe, he gotta go, he gotta go
[04:25.538] Note the flow when the gun smoke clears, it be history
[04:28.435] Call Captain Kirk for the unsolved mystery, quickly
[04:31.736] Tell a muh'****a what you see
[04:33.794] Fading out this world peeping up at MJG
[04:37.136] (That Suave clique is so thick)
📝
纯歌词版本
I gots no mutha****in' ends, sit and wish for a riot
Knowing it's too damn hot outside, plus I'm tired
My income is hurtin' and then some, why can't lend some
G’s to a brother making his come up undercover
These hoes, they want new clothes, to ride on Vogues
And most of the time they be getting chose when they pose
Ain't no victory in doing shit for the next ***** of the century
Can't do shit for me but an injury
I be the pimp master, outlaster
Outblaster, 30 bustas with the outcaster
Hit the masker, don't ask a
The identities of the fallen enemies, nigga, please
Heart of a hustler, real, done by no bloodstains
Take it how you wanna take it while I break it down, mane
Crews come in twos and threes but they all fold
Enemies of me and MJG's tight flow
Hoes jockin', tryna slip into a nigga pocket
Get in the hotel room naked then scream "Stop it!"
Listen, I'm gonna take it to another level
All you need to do is suck me clean like a Dirt Devil
Shovel-packin' ******* wasting my precious time
***** creamin', simultaneously schemin'
What do you see when you see me? I’ll tell you what
A true player from the South in the house
When it comes to getting rugged, this ***** is wicked
Style like none other, this ***** can kick it
Southernplayalistic ***** with the meal ticket
Slamming like Hakeem when it comes to this rap thang
Tomboy-ish ass flow, so now you know
Lez Moné been kickin' shit since '84
'Cause it’s a big deal like Poppa, my shit is proper
And tucked inside the boots, I got my shit-stopper
******* recognize, haters realize
Suave House shit is thick, sit back and catch some of this pimp shit
As we dips through your mutha****in' hood
The shit is understood, give up your goods
Eight, tell 'em what you see when they go ****in’ with the crew
We on top of the world, *****, I thought you knew
What they know about them Nuckleheadz?
Madam, break it down for me one time
Ha, all I wanna do is be fly, toss niggas and stack mail
But in the meantime, I gotta post bail
My so-called homies began to realize
The quality up in this G ***** nationwide
When I see you, prepare for this player to put the stare on ya
Telephone ya? I thinks not
So what you know about that Suave House?
Oh, we cold like teddy, about to turn the ****in’ lights out
So let's turn some corners up on that Northside
Southside, it sound good up in that D ride
And if I was a nigga, I'd be on my own ****
Just like a trick or a gold-diggin' *****
Swing low sweet chariot, off in the Marriott Hotel
But oh well, madam macks
Well, hittin' harder than Vernon
Ask that L-E-Z what this ***** be earnin'
It's me, original player, OP
Stout woman undresser, professor, hoe tester, inc
Smoking, from the cess to the chronic
Throw away your papers, real niggas get blunted
Silk tailor-made, black as a spade with braids
Gator shoes, making money hungry hoes choose
Gold smile, tongue flowing like the Mississippi
Lyric constructor, smoked out like Chris Tucker
What the—busta musta didn't pay attention
Hit rewind and let me take your mind back in time
Remember me, little, fat, cute, and chubby?
Now I’m mean muggin' niggas, walking 'round shoving niggas
When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South
Packin' guns, stackin' funds, **** selling out
When you see me, what do you really see?
Screaming like Mike and Janet, but you don’t hear me
Never no more than the P-I-M-P-I-N-G since the day
That I stood in the hood, I would be strictly down for my dollar
Break a ***** scholar
Hoe, give me my cheese 'fore I snatch you by your collar
Better not holler
It's the nigga with his **** in your throat
Better not tell a lie 'cause your ass might choke
I'm smoking plenty bud, drinking 'gnac and riding candy
Shit to make a bullshit day feel dandy
What do you do when you see straight through a nigga's game?
Do you hang point blank range to his brain?
Will he have a life after death? I don't know
He push me like a hoe, he gotta go, he gotta go
Note the flow when the gun smoke clears, it be history
Call Captain Kirk for the unsolved mystery, quickly
Tell a muh'****a what you see
Fading out this world peeping up at MJG
(That Suave clique is so thick)
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:08.960]
[00:09.637] I gots no mutha****in' ends, sit and wish for a riot
[00:12.935] Knowing it's too damn hot outside, plus I'm tired
[00:15.755] My income is hurtin' and then some, why can't lend some
[00:18.531] G’s to a brother making his come up undercover
[00:21.036] These hoes, they want new clothes, to ride on Vogues
[00:23.590] And most of the time they be getting chose when they pose
[00:26.390] Ain't no victory in doing shit for the next ***** of the century
[00:29.853] Can't do shit for me but an injury
[00:31.952] I be the pimp master, outlaster
[00:34.546] Outblaster, 30 bustas with the outcaster
[00:37.561] Hit the masker, don't ask a
[00:39.532] The identities of the fallen enemies, nigga, please
[00:42.446]
[00:42.708] Heart of a hustler, real, done by no bloodstains
[00:45.230] Take it how you wanna take it while I break it down, mane
[00:48.052] Crews come in twos and threes but they all fold
[00:50.577] Enemies of me and MJG's tight flow
[00:53.332] Hoes jockin', tryna slip into a nigga pocket
[00:55.997] Get in the hotel room naked then scream "Stop it!"
[00:58.734] Listen, I'm gonna take it to another level
[01:01.338] All you need to do is suck me clean like a Dirt Devil
[01:04.042] Shovel-packin' ******* wasting my precious time
[01:06.720] ***** creamin', simultaneously schemin'
[01:09.334] What do you see when you see me? I’ll tell you what
[01:12.036] A true player from the South in the house
[01:24.646]
[01:25.069] When it comes to getting rugged, this ***** is wicked
[01:27.974] Style like none other, this ***** can kick it
[01:30.620] Southernplayalistic ***** with the meal ticket
[01:33.303] Slamming like Hakeem when it comes to this rap thang
[01:36.027] Tomboy-ish ass flow, so now you know
[01:38.802] Lez Moné been kickin' shit since '84
[01:41.288] 'Cause it’s a big deal like Poppa, my shit is proper
[01:44.150] And tucked inside the boots, I got my shit-stopper
[01:46.722] ******* recognize, haters realize
[01:48.924] Suave House shit is thick, sit back and catch some of this pimp shit
[01:51.856] As we dips through your mutha****in' hood
[01:54.252] The shit is understood, give up your goods
[01:56.932] Eight, tell 'em what you see when they go ****in’ with the crew
[01:59.570]
[01:59.915] We on top of the world, *****, I thought you knew
[02:02.463] What they know about them Nuckleheadz?
[02:04.847] Madam, break it down for me one time
[02:07.635]
[02:07.949] Ha, all I wanna do is be fly, toss niggas and stack mail
[02:11.134] But in the meantime, I gotta post bail
[02:13.392] My so-called homies began to realize
[02:15.922] The quality up in this G ***** nationwide
[02:18.686] When I see you, prepare for this player to put the stare on ya
[02:21.997] Telephone ya? I thinks not
[02:23.964] So what you know about that Suave House?
[02:26.045] Oh, we cold like teddy, about to turn the ****in’ lights out
[02:29.338] So let's turn some corners up on that Northside
[02:32.089] Southside, it sound good up in that D ride
[02:34.923] And if I was a nigga, I'd be on my own ****
[02:37.596] Just like a trick or a gold-diggin' *****
[02:39.997] Swing low sweet chariot, off in the Marriott Hotel
[02:43.419] But oh well, madam macks
[02:45.444] Well, hittin' harder than Vernon
[02:47.582] Ask that L-E-Z what this ***** be earnin'
[03:11.303]
[03:11.714] It's me, original player, OP
[03:14.226] Stout woman undresser, professor, hoe tester, inc
[03:17.458] Smoking, from the cess to the chronic
[03:19.760] Throw away your papers, real niggas get blunted
[03:22.451] Silk tailor-made, black as a spade with braids
[03:24.963] Gator shoes, making money hungry hoes choose
[03:27.580] Gold smile, tongue flowing like the Mississippi
[03:30.677] Lyric constructor, smoked out like Chris Tucker
[03:33.410] What the—busta musta didn't pay attention
[03:36.001] Hit rewind and let me take your mind back in time
[03:38.602] Remember me, little, fat, cute, and chubby?
[03:41.045] Now I’m mean muggin' niggas, walking 'round shoving niggas
[03:43.999] When I open up my mouth, you can hear the South
[03:46.695] Packin' guns, stackin' funds, **** selling out
[03:49.290] When you see me, what do you really see?
[03:51.917] Screaming like Mike and Janet, but you don’t hear me
[03:53.767]
[03:54.100] Never no more than the P-I-M-P-I-N-G since the day
[03:56.859] That I stood in the hood, I would be strictly down for my dollar
[04:00.453] Break a ***** scholar
[04:01.712] Hoe, give me my cheese 'fore I snatch you by your collar
[04:04.321] Better not holler
[04:05.130] It's the nigga with his **** in your throat
[04:06.989] Better not tell a lie 'cause your ass might choke
[04:09.642] I'm smoking plenty bud, drinking 'gnac and riding candy
[04:12.592] Shit to make a bullshit day feel dandy
[04:15.085] What do you do when you see straight through a nigga's game?
[04:17.593] Do you hang point blank range to his brain?
[04:20.265] Will he have a life after death? I don't know
[04:23.047] He push me like a hoe, he gotta go, he gotta go
[04:25.538] Note the flow when the gun smoke clears, it be history
[04:28.435] Call Captain Kirk for the unsolved mystery, quickly
[04:31.736] Tell a muh'****a what you see
[04:33.794] Fading out this world peeping up at MJG
[04:37.136] (That Suave clique is so thick)