The Other Day

[Chorus] Ride around this mothafucka wid a full clip (full clip) When the other day ago one a ma lil partnas got hit (got hit) I’m in d hood gettin paper, nigga fuck a bitch (fuck a bitch) An ain’t none a you niggas gon’ do shit (x2) [Verse 1] Nigga what’s happenin wid it, 6 are you clappin wid it Got dat double action wid it, time for some action wid it Mouthpiece I’m knockin wid it, Celly Cel in dis bitch Gettin articulate an focus on gettin rich All on a bitch, turn em into actresses In an outta motels, nuttin on matresses Drinkin an tippin, he trickin em off of tha rent money He say he hit em but baby that’s only tip money I be laughin dis up because they gangless Most a dese niggas brainless, hit em up wid d stainless Cookin, like black angus I can make you famous Hug his mama while she makes his funeral arrangements Smash off wid a bitch named Brandy First name cogniac I’m talkin bout landi I’m on some otha shit these fools playin catch up I’m talkin over their heads, and check em from tha neck up [Chorus] [Verse 2] Rough tickets, that’s what they sellin, they say that he tellin Ain’t no tellin that’s what Jack told Helen I heard they let him outta jail with no bellin Six times hellin, get on da smellin (We bounced out wit) Bounced wit d drum, di-di-dum-drum drum! Shot him in his tongue wit da huntin gun! Blow-bap-bap-ba-budu-budu-bim! Bow-bap-bap-ba-du-du-du! (ugh!) They discontinued him, he’s no longer (he’s no longer) No longer on da menu he’s a goner (he’s a goner) They be tryna to celebrate like New Year’s Eve two thousand twelve I get rid a tha monster an cut off his tail (ugh!) I played da game for what it’s worth (what it’s worth) You plan a hit on me, it’s gon’ get reversed (get reversed) So keep their eyes on their guys, your ears to distrust Some people will bury themselves alive to prove that they know how to use a shovel [Chorus] [Verse 3] Bi-di-beng-beng-beng Not one of a you niggas gon’ do shit I’m in da new whip creamed up like cool whip Wid 2 clips fo’ d niggas wid da new slips I got ma ruffles on point more than a few chips Nightmare to da hataz but i’m a hustler’s dream An not a lad not a nigga wanna fuck wid dis infrared being The other day ago one a ma lil partnas got hit And d nigga who did it runnin aroun here poppin big shit Drup, Jack and Sandy gave ma dude d business But when I catch d boy in traffic, the jackets gon’ be relentless All over him wit dis eagle dat I got from da desert Huntin for him like Jack Sparrow be huntin for treasure Measurin ma life on a triple beam, keepin ma pay an weight up You send some niggas at me I eat em an scrape d plate up I walk around dis mothafucka wid a full clip Cause zoon tight nigga allergic to da bullshit [Chorus]