作词 : Pimp C
Sweet Jones **** ass niggas
These some bitch ass rap niggas gettin in the game
Soon as them niggas get a lil bit of money they start actin like bitches
And they can suck my motherfukin dick
Nigga be talkin bout  he trill this nigga
Over here trill but you a bitch ass nigga tho
Mother****ers always talk about how much money they got
Them nigga cant even go in the ghetto
They be rappin on records about, how they a **** boy
Bitch ass niggas always think somebody gonna
Do something to em in the hood (bitch)
Nigga if we wanted to hit you we coulda been hit you
Four in the morn, smokin' dank
Sippin on indo, thinkin' 'bout my bank
I'm thinkin to get them big notes its about to win
And they gon have to break me off to gain some m's
Cause all the niggas that done got the knowledge
Either out the gate, dead or bout them dollas
And by them dollars mean they **** over they homeboys
You think they won't hit you up, but you a **** boy
**** boy nigga you work wit em folks
If l could get my shit together
Niggas always on the mic about packing a gun
But when the shit pop off, he be the first to run
You a **** boy nigga you work wit em folks
If l could get my shit together
Niggas always on the mic about packing a gun
But when the shit pop off, he be the first to run
I'm a nigga, but I do some adding and subtracting
Where the **** was mother****ing Jesse Jackson?
Pimp C, tryna see them white folks
While young niggas was getting ****ed in they ass and throat
By these dirty ass mother****ing tight folks
A few house niggas, but most of you is Jewish white folks
Step out of line, just might get hit with the toy
But if they do, I'm still sure they some **** boys
**** boy nigga you work wit em folks
If l could get my shit together
Niggas always on the mic about packing a gun
But when the shit pop off, he be the first to run
You a **** boy nigga you work wit em folks
If l could get my shit together
Niggas always on the mic about packing a gun
But when the shit pop off, he be the first to run
You can run, but you still get touched, boy
You nothing but a bitch, that's why they call you **** boy
It ain't sex, I ain't tryna say you ****ed a fag
You ain't gay, but you still take it up the ass
You claim to be real, but you not
You pulled out your gat, but you still got shot
You too scared to be a nigga, you'll never be a playa
You ain't spit no game, nigga, all you did was play
When she dumped you, you said it didn't hurt
She ain't nothing but a hoe, but your pimpin' didn't work
If they put you in a cell, you'd tell them everything you know
Cause you the bitch, you scary jealous ass hoe
**** boy nigga you work wit em folks
If l could get my shit together
Niggas always on the mic about packing a gun
But when the shit pop off, he be the first to run
You a **** boy nigga you work wit em folks
If l could get my shit together
Niggas always on the mic about packing a gun
But when the shit pop off, he be the first to run
Hold up
Dedicated to all you stupid ass niggas
Eat a sick dick and die, nigga
Them bitch ass niggas you got around with them guns ain't gon save you either
Cause when a niga wanna hit you, it's easy to hit you
Cause you a **** boy
And **** boys follow **** niggas
So if you a fighting ass nigga
And you done sold shit but still talk to the feds
You a **** boy too
You can get the shit in your mouth
Talkin bout you gon slap one of us nigga
You'll get your motherfukin up brains blew out on your mothafukin dashboard all **** ass nigga
I'm watching you too, yeah what go up must come down bitch
Eat a dick nigga, big bowl of shit, bitch ass nigga