Esham - Velveeta Lyrics
I feel sorry for your motherBruce Wayne, down the wayEast WI be the dude that can't get up in vails with the RockportsI'm outside with th pipe and the rideThe big 5-O the pimp and the yoPumpin' with Master P and not DeAngeloThe radio disc jock, sarakhanaGoin' off wet and marijuanaThe unholy, yo yeah it's meStraight from the D, so who wants a ki?I'll split the wig of a dirty pigMade a deal with the devil and I won't renigWhen in Cleveland I'm in the valley down the wayHustlin' everyday drinkin' Tanger-AYou might see me with Paul Paul or my dude Day-DayHow's about some remmie, don't be rude bay-bayFrom Detroit to Cleveland, my 75 I was beamin'Yoca Cola shoppin' OZ choppin'This is for the hustlers who be real with they grindMakin' more cheese than rats see in a lifetimeI just want to clock cash and rock the micI walked on water in Cleveland and then I shine like sunlightI bust in Atlanta didn't let 'cha slideUnderground, Bruce Wayne, known nationwideSee I tell ya some of these rappers in the game ain't itSome of these nappy head clowns can't afford an outfitWhat you sayin' boy, you wanna get with me?Big cheddar, melt little cheese(CHORUS)(4x)Still ain't velveeta to meI be the microphone master, crashin' your partyClownin' up in veils, drunk with BacardiYou better get your girl because I'm thristy about itAnd if you think I hit that, yo don't doubt itI steal all them bigs in your hood on the regularMillion dollar playa we get money, I keep tellin' yaI don't give a hoot if your girl don't danceI always wear Adidas screamin' ***** your manYo it's E, Br
