Better Than I Can Tell Ya

[Russell Lee] Yeah yeah I'm a spit some of this real game Some real shit Some real talk Na, na Whoa-oh Whoa [Verse 1: Richie Rich] Check my watch Check my chain It's simple and plain, the Chevy with the blew out brains As I Bounce and mash Count this cash Floss and flash Cop, then blow a zip with Bash Since everything is big in Texas, then Where's the zag's I'm a cross the finish line, tell me Where's the flags Brought my Rag top, should've brought the Jag On the beach, me and Beesh, look at all this ass I can Tell you stories, but can show you cash Give you Game and secrets that I know you'll pass To the next player hater And he'll break like glass Now I got a bunch of people digging' through my pads So I Choose to floss, cous', who's the boss Let's ink it It's Richie Rich, for those who thought Re-think it Some yell it, tell it, I blow it, smoke it, and smell it And spend tokens with my people who sell it What Chorus: Russell Lee I can show you better than I can tell ya Tell ya I can show you better than I can tell ya Tell ya I can show you better than I can tell ya Whoa, yeah But it's really nothin' though (But it's really nothin' though) But it's really nothin' though (But it's really nothin' though) [Verse 2: Baby Bash] I could show you Somethin' dirty deep up in them corners, mayne What the deal I could bend the block and make it hotter than a Forman grill I got the keys to the Chevy Caprice I can show you motherfucker snitchin', straight to Belize Now that's low Fa sho conspiracy and parole I could show you real cats doin' time over a ho I could show you poor and happy, or rich ones who lose they mind I can show you dame pieces in school fashion design I could show you street lights and Heartbreak Hotels I could show you, young cats, gettin' popped with yayo Down to do, what I gotta do, to satisfy the man in me And from the looks of thangs, the popos ain't understandin' me The original digital scale reader The pedigree player who be stackin' his Velveeta I could show you boss stuntin' so fuckin' disgustin' I could show you rappers frontin', but mayne It's really nothin' Repeat Chorus [Verse 3: A-Wax] I could show you I could reach you and teach you I know you and where you comin' from, I understand it This been goin' on forever, dawg, it's no end Life is like a Bullet in your back from a close friend Disappointing, to the point Where I'm runnin' by myself Never knowin' where I'm goin', start to wonder myself (Yeah) Money was a necessity, my greed got the best of me (Got the best of me) You think you smokin' Uncle B, who got the recipe I'm saying it's nothin' I say it sincerely And speakin' clearly I'd rather you respect me than fear me I came a long way, and still, I got a while to go You probably thinkin' to yourself What's he smilin' for? My dawg Bash about to be platinum, doin' his thang So if you hate him for it, boy, you fakin' and know it We takin' this money Big bundles of bills I'm like a whole another person when it come to this scrill Repeat Chorus Twice