| [Intro] Beitch! | |
| Short Short | |
| I'm from The | |
| Town [Too $hort] | |
| Ten years ago, you was havin thangs | |
| Now you ain't nuttin but a maggot brain | |
| Used to be on the block gettin at 'em mayne | |
| Back in the days when you was slangin 'caine | |
| Now you fresh out of jail, just comin home | |
| Livin at your momma's house, nuttin goin on | |
| Cain't hustle, and you cain't fit in | |
| Hit the corner, but you ain't makin friends | |
| Yo' life, just twist and turns | |
| Out on parole, now he fin'sta learn | |
| If you sleep too late you cain't get the worm | |
| You cain't smoke weed cause ain't shit to burn | |
| That's where you at, and ain't no way back | |
| These lil' niggaz on the block stay strapped | |
| Fuck that~! | |
| Convicted felon with a gat? | |
| It's mandatory; you get caught you goin back [Chorus: repeat 2X] | |
| You gettin off doin nothin | |
| Get your mind right ya, need to do somethin | |
| Spend all day smokin blunts | |
| You maggot brain, get yo' mind right and so somethin [Silk E] | |
| You barely pay your rent; spend all day on the phone | |
| You're always lyin, yo' excuses be irrelevant | |
| You let 'em hit and use yo' food stamps to feed his friends | |
| Always yellin, always beggin somebody to babysit | |
| Hell, you're always in barely everything | |
| Always causin problems, always with it, barely know his name | |
| Youse a trainwreck, think we can't see through that? | |
| Get ya mind right, youse a burnt out turfin rat | |
| You barely in your house, it always smell like piss | |
| You only scrapin when company comes over | |
| Then you jumpin in the shower, snitchin and ya gossipin | |
| Ain't nobody like you, so you wonder why she not ya friend | |
| Silk, it's | |
| Silk E not cotton blend | |
| Authentic not rented official game spitter | |
| Fight over yo' baby daddy {?} fuck with her | |
| Always talkin shit, always on my nerves, youse a maggot brain | |
| Maggot brain [Chorus] [Too $hort] | |
| I know you doin bad, but don't stalk her | |
| Your girl upgraded now she's fuckin a baller | |
| She don't wanna be wit'chu - why would she? | |
| Video games, blunts and pussy? | |
| That's all you want, cause you have no goals | |
| Stayin at your momma's house, is so old | |
| You need to reinvent yo'self right now | |
| You need a makeover, a new lifestyle | |
| Some new clothes, a new place to live | |
| Go get yo' baby momma and take yo' kids | |
| Stop doin crime, and stay out of court | |
| Cause you know you ain't never paid child support | |
| And if you get a job, they take it out yo' check | |
| Can't get a driver's license, now you really 'bout to quit | |
| Ten years ago, you was havin thangs | |
| And now you ain't nuttin but a maggot brain - | |
| BITCH! [Chorus] [Outro] | |
| You in the mix baby | |
| Wit'cha boy | |
| Too $hort | |
| I'm still blowin |