Who’s Tha Man(Explicit) - MC Eiht

作词: Allen, Tyler
Geah
Hey (c'mon)
To the full degree (c'mon, geah check it out)
(check it out)
We 'bout it
Gettin' that paper
We 'bout it
Check it out
Federalies gaffling up so keep it tight
These songs to do wrong so f**k being right
Late nite hype's the fiends
Nobody serves 'em better to the letter
We gets the chedder
To the way back days
Where the half ounce lays
Gun tucked by the nuts
As the one time struts
Gets my bail on cause i ain't tryin' to get caught around here
Be another n****r locked up for the next 10 years
No shapiro, no ?sapino?, big bambino
Roulette spends 20 g's in the casino
Hits the blackjack decked in armani
(in a 9-6-5 i'm clyde, my b**ch is bonnie)
Too sweet
Better yet too clean, pickin' the paper
Takin' you there like the staples, but they ain't catchin' no vapors
You can't see me, nobody i trust
Only the half ounce smokers get no cheese like us
I said do you got paper?
Check it out
I said we got paper, no doubt uh
Get your scrilla anyway you can
Floss around town, b**ch who's the man...
To the days
When i used to keeps my stash in the bush
Nowadays be clientele with parents that push
In my drop top with the laptop keeping up president straight
Ok, who gots the pick-up?b**ch touch down at 8
My *s got the pick-up, the pager starts ringing
It's payday, ho's know, that's why they start singing
Dollar bills y'all
And me throwing away pleas
Fools got me too f**ked up thinking snaps grow on trees
Ain't no government given away free cheese
And the b**ch going through anything that floss on these d's
Better watch out cause they might have you straight to your knees
Have a ni**a stretched out to the first degree
Not me -drivin' planes to big yachts
It's getting kinda hectic, i'm shaking the spot
Chill ride, never pop, work this job, cold b**ches that's down
Married to this mob
Chorus...
Money don't come easy
24 hour stand offs pushes to clucks with ?hand off?
No b**ches ever ran off
With my pocket full of gold cause we got plenty of tecs to unload
My perils bring paradise
West side till i die, uh
Pocket full of ice
No vice squads
Ho's still
Walks the boulevards
Pimp scenes, mac mall and willie green
Got a feather in my black hat nobody can't touch
Paper pretty much that's with starsky