Ron Artest (remix) Lyrics

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Huh, fuck the hoes, they dont serve me shit

Had to get my own pot for the piss

Needed them niggas, they wasnt on shit

That's why I keep a glock 9 buy the dick

One in the chamber that nigga stop pushin' up on me

I'll leave his lil' ass in the ditch

And I got that lil' nigga freezin

We thought that nigga was takin' the pic

Takin' shit on you niggas, I'm standing on necks

If I'm in a shit bag, im on shit

Lil' nigga, you can keep clamin' that gang

If you on your own, you a lil' ass bitch

I get the gualo, while chillin relaxing

That's what I like to call standin' on business

How the fuck you repping grape, but aint got no blue

in your pocket you brokely crippin

Tell me, do all that shit make any sense

Naw, lil' nigga, you know that shit didnt

I like to beat it on the beat

Fist to face, with twizzy, we hella relentless

Stop with all that boofin' and tough-ass shit

That you talkin', that ain't your livin

Bitch, keep naggin' and yellin' she up in my ear

Lil' hoe, just stop for a minute, huh

Yeah, chill out with all that goofy shit that you talkin' bout

I just walked up in the bank and deposited a hundred

They know what's the cash amount

In can jsut look at you girl and she gone

as the fuck, ain't doin' no askin' out

I'm makin' music, I'm tryna blow up

Send a hit, I ain't doin' no crashin' out

You got a thief in your shit

When he walk out the door

You just might gotta pat him down

And I aint goin kill the lil nigga but he

Runnin' up, so I might have to stab his mouth

Fuck the hoes, they ain't serve' me shit

Had to get my own pot for the piss

Needed some niggas, they wasnt on shit

That's why I keep a glock 9 by the dick,

one in the chamber, that nigga try pushin' up on me

I leave his lil' ass in the ditch

And I got that lil' nigga freezin,

we thought that nigga taking a pic'

Fuck the hoes, they ain't serve' me shit

Had to get my own pot for the piss

Needed some niggas, they wasnt want on shit

That's why I keep a glock 9 by the dick,

I got one in the chamber, that nigga try pushin' up on me

I leave his lil' ass in the ditch

And I got that lil' nigga freezin

We thought that nigga was takin' a flick

Nah, rappin' and shit, that's a option

I got 200 things that I need to be doin

But fuck it, I'd rather be poppin

I been workin' for years on my craft

And I'ma keep goin', but I'm not a topic

They don't care about you or your feelings

Speaking my mind, but you rather me drop it

You don't care that I'm doin' this shit

for you and the rest, but you rather me stop it

Just imagine you doin' your best to the best at a passionate

But ain't nobody watching

Just don't let these niggas make you think

You ain't cool by yourself, cause half them flauging

I can't do it with niggas, I'm not like the rest

Imma sleep when I'm put' in my coffee

In the chop, finna make a new song

And these bitch and its writing shit, Like Ally Dawson

I respect you, communicate thoughts, out your brain

I just don't agree with how you talkin

And my mama don't like when I pocket the cash

Don't like how its makin' me walk in

I can't go back and forth with none of you niggas

I'd rather joke around and mock him

(I'd rather joke around and mock you)