Real nigga all day and tomorrow But these motherfuckers talkin' crazy like they jaw broke Glass half-empty, half-full, I'll spill ya Try me and run
come home to plenty cream Bentleys (Ahehe) You name it, I could claim it Young, black and famous with money hangin' out the anus And when you need a hit, who you go and
a silk robe and it's from Siam This jam's for the hoods and thugs Pimps and hoes, the slingers of drugs Hustlers and thieves, cons and crooks Bookers and
a kiss She said, "I want you bad," and she moved in next to me This woman spelled out ecstacy Said, "I've seen on the movies and TV I love your records
be underpaid or overrated? Moral victories is for minor league coaches And 'Ye already told you we major, you cockroaches Show me where the boats is, Ferrari Testarossa's The Hammer went and broke
nigga all day and tomorrow But these muthafuckas talking crazy like they jaw broke Glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya Try me and run into a
't go But he's here right now, standing in my house And someone turns the music loud So we dance and we laugh, and we touch Yeah, we dance and we laugh, and
the a-a-alcohol Blame it on the a-a-alcohol Ooh see, she spilled some drink on me And now I'm knowin' she tipsy She put her body on me And she keeps
bad hip like a fanny pack Chasing that stardom would turn you into a maniac All the way in Hollywood and I can't even act They pull their cameras out and
for crying over spilled milk Now it's time for crying in your beer Settle down, raise a family, join the PTA Buy some sensible shoes and a Chevrolet And party 'til you're broke and
streets? You got that jacket on ya back You a rat and you done spilled ya guts You a bitch and now you live to fuck And you a nigga I ain't even gotsta
that I most respected and all the words that I'm now regretting. Id hold them now, but i'm bruised and beaten and I'm alone and I've barely eaten. And
ll show you how to stroke a s***, get in her throat and gut Then it's back to postin' up, wheels pokin' out Smoke about enough to have you gaspin' and chokin' out
beat to do Fuck the Visine, duck when I lean out the window With a shottie with me and myself and Irene and my team Fuck your mainstream dry off feet
Ducking these coppers, try'nna make the coldest Spot you with the bricks and the baking sodas Me and my soldier, we taking over, taking payola From all these stations and
All the fine ass freaks of oakland That's where I reside, and where I always will be The city of killers, dope dealers and still we Chill like players, and like pimps Mack all hoes and
to do this shit man. Fo the 9-Fever, check it out. *(Chorus- Yuk & Richie)* Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us. T for tech out
em off cause I got my hands full guess I have to play it off try to step over the velvet rope but I missed and I tripped spilled the red wine on the