Picture This(Album Version|Edited) - Benzino

Ooh-in
Yeah
F-O-X ni**a
Made Men
Its official gangsta sh*t
Trackmasters, that's right
What you know about this?
B.K., yeah
Woo
While you hoes play rich
I'm a made b**ch
It's funny how you b**ches forget
Who the don-ga-gun b**ch?
Filthy rich and I don't hate
I still throw on some Sean John sh*t
Ears all rocking, ankle frostbit
Fox to cocky, ni**a know your place
Ni**a won't f**k this til I cop a case
Face no dudes in this sh*t, I'm a classy b**ch
A niggas style and my dot six shits
Before I run through prada and skate through the district
Niggas wanna see me on some real flip sh*t
Cop my biscuit on some f**k-a-do sh*t
What, niggas forgot that I'm a B.K. b**ch
And it gets no iller than this, cocksucker
Is it the rocks on my wrist that got you amazed?
Or the cars that I whip that got you dazed?
Or the way I be lookin when I rock my braids
And of course y'all know, my niggas amazed
So f**k what you heard
Its simple and plain
Benzino cock back sh*t to shock your brain
Can't stop that til I lock this game
Won't hold back, I want lots of fame
Picture this
Who the f**k niggas think they are?
F-O-X-Y pull niggas car
Niggas got to meet me at the bar
Take a b**ch to burp off while I'm sliding off
Picture that
Who the f**k chicks think they are?
M-A-D-E pulls b**ches cars
Hookas better meet us at the bar
We ain't gone shop unless its on and pop
Y'all niggas kill me
Tryin to bang on wax
Fake gangstas
My sh*t bang on tracks
And before you know it dude
I be bangin your act
You not a real thug
I mean, she told me that
And don't get it twisted cause I hold the gat
Don't try and risk it
I won't hold it back
Me, Benzino, kill you over a b**ch?
What?
Picture that
Picture this
Who the f**k niggas think they are?
F-O-X-Y pull niggas car
Niggas got to meet me at the bar
Take a b**ch to burp off while I'm sliding off
Picture that
Who the f**k chicks think they are?
M-A-D-E pulls b**ches cars
Hookas better meet us at the bar
We ain't gone shop unless its on and pop