Them Niggas

[Intro] Off top, get money all day Can't see your face, cause the paper in the way When you're getting to it, know niggas gonna hate When we're outchea 'bout it 'bout it, now lemme get it straight [Verse 1: Hit-Boy] H.S.87, staying T.U to the max, and I say that like it ain't apparent... All black... like the Great Depression When I'm stepping bow yuh head Like you're praying with 80 reverends Me and my niggas on that getting money policy West Coast shit, spittin out some polla seeds Shout out to Daz and Kurupt, Young Gotti See, me and all my youngins looking like we hit the lottery We're getting green, watch the salad on my plate Or we party with them teens up in San Diego State That she's barely legal but her ass's twenty eight And I ride on 28s, so she ride me like she skate We're the hardest niggas, regardless Sonning niggas, RIP to my nigga Marvin While yo niggas just talk through the grapevine My niggas are cool from the waist down I got.. prize, nigga we turnt, bring here the base line! [Hook] Off top, get money all day Can't see your face, cause the paper in the way When you're getting to it, know niggas gonna hate When we're at your body, body, now lemme get it straight What you say? them niggas ain't like my niggas (Go, go, go) them niggas ain't like my niggas (Nigga what?) (Go, go, go) you niggas say you like my niggas [Verse 2: Oktane] Alright, I looked down on my phone Too many girls calling me, I told them leave me alone I'm in the game, and I'm balling See they're trying to test the lions and in Detroit they fumble But a lion is what I am and I am king of the jungle See I'm Oktane, don't know me Got money, don't show it Your girl, don't blow me She come here, start the whole crew Pour the liquor, start the... Where the mic, that's where I go to Care to be nigga, out for sure do Press record and then nigga is no rules Tear down on my back, your girl.. in my front I ate her from my first meal And these young rappers for lunch I just found out, you're picky, crazy That's my latest pun And like bad head at the end of the bread This ain't what you want! I see that red light running, HS87 stuntin' Now we call our parties gorgeous, because everybody's coming! And your girl come when it's night time And every time is the right time If you ain't us, you is a lame nigga Cause your niggas ain't like mine! [Hook] [Verse 3: Price Tag] You're saying that you're trill, but we've been realer Making banks like my first name Phillip Real niggas, the only ones who feel us Summer time, I'm probably rocking chinchillas The clock ticking and tocking, I'm making profits My momma told me don't pull out the rocket unless you gonna pop it My new girl, flock it for me, unstop me I call her Wallet cause she always be in pocket No I dumb, if it's beef my niggas are running like high jumps! You niggas can't even pronounce the places I fly from That's fly, huh? If you see me with five niggas, then probably we got five punks The girl who gives me head in my bed You hoping and pray you dry hump Me just touch on her breast, me don't deal with her mess Me just dress in Hermes, flyer than a bird nest! Thugging, living, not worrying about the cost We're in the same denim, but we're cut from different cloths [Hook]