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Sticky Fingaz - What Chu Here For lyrics
(featuring Detroit Diamond, Omar Epps & Rio) [Chorus: Detroit Diamond] If you ain't got no dough Then what you here for? If you ain't got no hos Then what you here for? If you ain't got no smoke Then what you here for? If you ain't sittin on chrome Keep it rollin, keep it movin [Sticky Fingaz] I'm here to get them sevens on twentys, more guns than cash Blunts than hash, be glad I ain't down to my last I turn to a different person, face under the mask Or either out on the grind or I'm up in some ass Gettin them hos, fuck that, I'm gettin that dough And stackin it up, a nigga front, I'm slappin him up Backin him up, beef ain't no patchin it up I'm clappin you up, while morticians wrappin you up I'm laughin it up wit hos that be happy to fuck Packed in my truck, passin up a half of a dutch I'm slappin they butts, can't wait to get them back to the hut I'm here for Other People Money nigga, that's what's up [Chorus] [Omar Epps] O.E., Big High Scene, whatever you like Old deal, slash by and competitive type I'm better than Mike, the Jordans is up in the shelf Next to a few rings and a couple of belts Got a black widow chick, she be lovin me well You could hate me, shit, cause I'm lovin myself A glutton for wealth, these young niggaz fuckin they health All excited over pussy, like it's somethin to sell Yall dudes is geeks, yall really don't influence the streets The streets influence the slang that you fluently speak Confusin to me, tryna be somethin your not When them slugs pop you the one duckin them shots I go hard like them youngins that be huggin the block I go hard like Humphrey wit a glove and a glock I'm somethin ya not, quite frankly you could love it or not Certified number one nigga up in your spot [Chorus] [Rio] A'yo remember Candy? White too dope camry Big booty wit the small panties Used to smuggle yay' for the homie Randy Got the plushed out crib off the water in Miami She almost had me, I was gone off the fatty In love wit the way she called me daddy Had she, known about the city where I'm from And I ain't goin home til my bankrole's done Motherfucker's think pimpins for fun I ain't done til my greenery's weighin a ton And we could smoke big weed, just lay in the sun Hellafied when we ride, weed makin me buzz Let's hit the room right after the club That's what I'm here for [Chorus] |
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