Nuthing But Props

Yeah... yeah! (Yeah... OH MY GOD~!) [Shug] Shit what the fuck's goin on on the Southside of Tucson Niggas gettin hit with their boots on What'cha weak frown, put'cha heat down Take a seat clown, or get yo' ass beat down Cops tryin to roll on the Shugsta Niggas keep they heat, cause that ain't no good sir Nightstalker, slick walker Back the fuck up, motherfuckin shit talker Cause I'm comin through like a meat cleaver Leave it to Beaver, fuck a bitch then leave her Niggas rollin deep right I got niggas on the Northside, Westside, Eastside And they got love for me And shit's vice versa, so it gets worser For your ass bucked down, fucked down Stuck down, say what clown? Them crackers don't know you But I'm tellin you, Shug's got nuttin but props for you [Chorus] (I got props over here, and props over there) I got niggas on the Northside, Westside, and Eastside (I got love over here and love over there) I got niggas on the Northside, Westside, and Eastside (I got props over here, and props over there) I got niggas on the Northside, Westside, and Eastside (I got love over here and love over there) I got niggas~! Buttin but props for ya [Shug] Niggas gettin they cap on, gettin they scrap on And should be gettin they motherfuckin mack on They see Shug and straight hit him up Bang bang boogie, motherfucker get 'em up Rollin down South Park Where the party at? Shit didn't start (right) Fools had to act up, God damn it I don't understand it Fuck it, where's a bitch Cause I'm a black bald motherfucker with a dick A Southside negro But I can go to the Northside, kick it at the Pros Cause it ain't nuttin but love I got homies from the Northside layin on my rig The motherfuckin Shug is straight mack With a fat, motherfuckin sack I ain't gon' hit you up like I don't know ya Cause the Shug's got nuttin but props for ya [Chorus] [Shug] Fool I'm much blacker, fuck a dirty macker God damn saltine cracker Shug is a negro, not a hero Walk by my folks, I'm a zero Turn my head up to the blacks I hope a nigga put me flat on my back I ain't no motherfuckin gangster, black as the God damn Pitch Tell the devil rest his head on my shit Take a trip to the Westside Rollin down 29th, God damn hoo-ride Headed towards St. Mount Pager blowin up like hell and I keep countin Baby want some man To sink in them guts like God damn quicksand Get over there, nigga named Doja Beat it up cause I got nuttin but props for ya I ain't gon' trip on a bitch There's enough of us niggas in jail over that shit Bail on out like a G Never get crossed up, hoes don't love me I can give a fuck 'less I told ya Ain't got nuttin but props for ya [Chorus] - 1.5X with ad libs