Mc Eiht - Who's Tha Man Lyrics
GeahHey (cmon)To the full degree (cmon, geah check it out)(check it out)We bout itGettin that paperWe bout itCheck it outFederalies gaffling up so keep it tightThese songs to do wrong so ***** being rightLate nite hypes the fiendsNobody serves em better to the letterWe gets the chedderTo the way back daysWhere the half ounce laysGun tucked by the nutsAs the one time strutsGets my bail on cause I aint tryin to get caught around hereBe another nigger locked up for the next 10 yearsNo shapiro, no ? sapino? , big bambinoRoulette spends 20 gs in the casinoHits the blackjack decked in armani(in a 9-6-5 Im clyde, my ***** is bonnie)Too sweetBetter yet too clean, pickin the paperTakin you there like the staples, but they aint catchin no vaporsYou cant see me, nobody I trustOnly the half ounce smokers get no cheese like usI said do you got paper?Check it outI said we got paper, no doubt uhGet your scrilla anyway you canFloss around town, ***** whos the man...To the daysWhen I used to keeps my stash in the bushNowadays be clientele with parents that pushIn my drop top with the laptop keeping up president straightOk, who gots the pick-up? ***** touch down at 8My niggas got the pick-up, the pager starts ringingIts payday, hos know, thats why they start singingDollar bills yallAnd me throwing away pleasFools got me too *****ed up thinking snaps grow on treesAint no government given away free cheeseAnd the ***** going through anything that floss on these dsBetter watch out cause they might have you straight to your kneesHave a nigga stretched out to the first degreeNot me - drivin planes to big yachtsIts getting kinda hectic, Im shaking the spotChill ride, never pop, work this job, cold *****es thats downMarried to this mobChorus...Money dont come easy24 hour stand offs pushes to clucks with ? hand off?No *****es ever ran offWith my pocket full of gold cause we got plenty of tecs to unloadMy perils bring paradiseWest side till I die, uhPocket full of iceNo vice squadsHos stillWalks the boulevardsPimp scenes, mac mall and willie greenGot a feather in my black hat nobody cant touchPaper pretty much thats with starsky & hutchGive me the fed timeLocked away wont be nice, peep a nigga stretched out with federal lifeHard timesNo way out, better surrenderBut I got clout to stay out till next septemberD.a. Ill pay-pay fly awayTo another country that wont extradite my stayMe and a little senorita by the bayPounds of yay mr. tony ? ole?And aint nobody got paper like thisGeahChorus...Half ounce in the houseHalf ounce in your mouthAnd aint nobody got paper like thisGeah
