TELL ME SOMETHING GOOD
One with a trigger
two with a bat
three big brothers, four
want to squab with me, so i guess a brother gotta throw
tell em like this you better get up out my camp dude
before I have to pull a gat and get real rude
i don't figure that its worth getting hurt
just 'cause your gal wanna give me that skirt
bet it feel funny when you doing 69
knowing that youre sipping all on my jimmy wine
and when you get a kiss
do you feel bad?
knowing that you swallowed all the skeeter that i had?
you want to step to me but i don't really think you should
i shoulda shot you up instead i told you something good
CHORUS
ay yo! whats up with that bulge in yo khakis?
you want to pack a gat
but you still ain't got the pull to come and jack me
you better bring a gang load of homies when you think you wanna throw
'cause by yourself you're running to the floor
i seen yo kind before man you're nothing with yo hands
more than a punk but still less than a man
you talk a lot of nothing when you're chilling with the ladies
let me catch you by yourself, you're pushing up some daisies
see crazy you wanna be
but punks with no heart, they ain't hard
they just waiting for bun to pull they card