Song | What Chu Here For |
Artist | Sticky Fingaz |
Album | Decade |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jones | |
(featuring Detroit Diamond, Omar Epps & Rio) [Chorus: Detroit Diamond] | |
If you ain't got no dough | |
Then what you here for? | |
If you ain't got no hos | |
Then what you here for? | |
If you ain't got no smoke | |
Then what you here for? | |
If you ain't sittin on chrome | |
Keep it rollin, keep it movin [Sticky Fingaz] | |
I'm here to get them sevens on twentys, more guns than cash | |
Blunts than hash, be glad | |
I ain't down to my last | |
I turn to a different person, face under the mask | |
Or either out on the grind or | |
I'm up in some ass | |
Gettin them hos, fuck that, | |
I'm gettin that dough | |
And stackin it up, a nigga front, | |
I'm slappin him up | |
Backin him up, beef ain't no patchin it up | |
I'm clappin you up, while morticians wrappin you up | |
I'm laughin it up wit hos that be happy to fuck | |
Packed in my truck, passin up a half of a dutch | |
I'm slappin they butts, can't wait to get them back to the hut | |
I'm here for | |
Other People | |
Money nigga, that's what's up [Chorus] [Omar Epps] | |
O.E., Big | |
High Scene, whatever you like | |
Old deal, slash by and competitive type | |
I'm better than | |
Mike, the | |
Jordans is up in the shelf | |
Next to a few rings and a couple of belts | |
Got a black widow chick, she be lovin me well | |
You could hate me, shit, cause | |
I'm lovin myself | |
A glutton for wealth, these young niggaz fuckin they health | |
All excited over pussy, like it's somethin to sell | |
Yall dudes is geeks, yall really don't influence the streets | |
The streets influence the slang that you fluently speak | |
Confusin to me, tryna be somethin your not | |
When them slugs pop you the one duckin them shots | |
I go hard like them youngins that be huggin the block | |
I go hard like | |
Humphrey wit a glove and a glock | |
I'm somethin ya not, quite frankly you could love it or not | |
Certified number one nigga up in your spot [Chorus] [Rio] | |
A'yo remember | |
Candy? White too dope camry | |
Big booty wit the small panties | |
Used to smuggle yay' for the homie | |
Randy Got the plushed out crib off the water in | |
Miami She almost had me, | |
I was gone off the fatty | |
In love wit the way she called me daddy | |
Had she, known about the city where | |
I'm from And | |
I ain't goin home til my bankrole's done | |
Motherfucker's think pimpins for fun | |
I ain't done til my greenery's weighin a ton | |
And we could smoke big weed, just lay in the sun | |
Hellafied when we ride, weed makin me buzz | |
Let's hit the room right after the club | |
That's what | |
I'm here for [Chorus] |
zuo qu : Jones | |
featuring Detroit Diamond, Omar Epps Rio Chorus: Detroit Diamond | |
If you ain' t got no dough | |
Then what you here for? | |
If you ain' t got no hos | |
Then what you here for? | |
If you ain' t got no smoke | |
Then what you here for? | |
If you ain' t sittin on chrome | |
Keep it rollin, keep it movin Sticky Fingaz | |
I' m here to get them sevens on twentys, more guns than cash | |
Blunts than hash, be glad | |
I ain' t down to my last | |
I turn to a different person, face under the mask | |
Or either out on the grind or | |
I' m up in some ass | |
Gettin them hos, fuck that, | |
I' m gettin that dough | |
And stackin it up, a nigga front, | |
I' m slappin him up | |
Backin him up, beef ain' t no patchin it up | |
I' m clappin you up, while morticians wrappin you up | |
I' m laughin it up wit hos that be happy to fuck | |
Packed in my truck, passin up a half of a dutch | |
I' m slappin they butts, can' t wait to get them back to the hut | |
I' m here for | |
Other People | |
Money nigga, that' s what' s up Chorus Omar Epps | |
O. E., Big | |
High Scene, whatever you like | |
Old deal, slash by and competitive type | |
I' m better than | |
Mike, the | |
Jordans is up in the shelf | |
Next to a few rings and a couple of belts | |
Got a black widow chick, she be lovin me well | |
You could hate me, shit, cause | |
I' m lovin myself | |
A glutton for wealth, these young niggaz fuckin they health | |
All excited over pussy, like it' s somethin to sell | |
Yall dudes is geeks, yall really don' t influence the streets | |
The streets influence the slang that you fluently speak | |
Confusin to me, tryna be somethin your not | |
When them slugs pop you the one duckin them shots | |
I go hard like them youngins that be huggin the block | |
I go hard like | |
Humphrey wit a glove and a glock | |
I' m somethin ya not, quite frankly you could love it or not | |
Certified number one nigga up in your spot Chorus Rio | |
A' yo remember | |
Candy? White too dope camry | |
Big booty wit the small panties | |
Used to smuggle yay' for the homie | |
Randy Got the plushed out crib off the water in | |
Miami She almost had me, | |
I was gone off the fatty | |
In love wit the way she called me daddy | |
Had she, known about the city where | |
I' m from And | |
I ain' t goin home til my bankrole' s done | |
Motherfucker' s think pimpins for fun | |
I ain' t done til my greenery' s weighin a ton | |
And we could smoke big weed, just lay in the sun | |
Hellafied when we ride, weed makin me buzz | |
Let' s hit the room right after the club | |
That' s what | |
I' m here for Chorus |
zuò qǔ : Jones | |
featuring Detroit Diamond, Omar Epps Rio Chorus: Detroit Diamond | |
If you ain' t got no dough | |
Then what you here for? | |
If you ain' t got no hos | |
Then what you here for? | |
If you ain' t got no smoke | |
Then what you here for? | |
If you ain' t sittin on chrome | |
Keep it rollin, keep it movin Sticky Fingaz | |
I' m here to get them sevens on twentys, more guns than cash | |
Blunts than hash, be glad | |
I ain' t down to my last | |
I turn to a different person, face under the mask | |
Or either out on the grind or | |
I' m up in some ass | |
Gettin them hos, fuck that, | |
I' m gettin that dough | |
And stackin it up, a nigga front, | |
I' m slappin him up | |
Backin him up, beef ain' t no patchin it up | |
I' m clappin you up, while morticians wrappin you up | |
I' m laughin it up wit hos that be happy to fuck | |
Packed in my truck, passin up a half of a dutch | |
I' m slappin they butts, can' t wait to get them back to the hut | |
I' m here for | |
Other People | |
Money nigga, that' s what' s up Chorus Omar Epps | |
O. E., Big | |
High Scene, whatever you like | |
Old deal, slash by and competitive type | |
I' m better than | |
Mike, the | |
Jordans is up in the shelf | |
Next to a few rings and a couple of belts | |
Got a black widow chick, she be lovin me well | |
You could hate me, shit, cause | |
I' m lovin myself | |
A glutton for wealth, these young niggaz fuckin they health | |
All excited over pussy, like it' s somethin to sell | |
Yall dudes is geeks, yall really don' t influence the streets | |
The streets influence the slang that you fluently speak | |
Confusin to me, tryna be somethin your not | |
When them slugs pop you the one duckin them shots | |
I go hard like them youngins that be huggin the block | |
I go hard like | |
Humphrey wit a glove and a glock | |
I' m somethin ya not, quite frankly you could love it or not | |
Certified number one nigga up in your spot Chorus Rio | |
A' yo remember | |
Candy? White too dope camry | |
Big booty wit the small panties | |
Used to smuggle yay' for the homie | |
Randy Got the plushed out crib off the water in | |
Miami She almost had me, | |
I was gone off the fatty | |
In love wit the way she called me daddy | |
Had she, known about the city where | |
I' m from And | |
I ain' t goin home til my bankrole' s done | |
Motherfucker' s think pimpins for fun | |
I ain' t done til my greenery' s weighin a ton | |
And we could smoke big weed, just lay in the sun | |
Hellafied when we ride, weed makin me buzz | |
Let' s hit the room right after the club | |
That' s what | |
I' m here for Chorus |