Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Petey Pablo
Petey Pablo
Performer
Young Buck
Young Buck
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Moses Barrett III
Moses Barrett III
Songwriter
David Brown
David Brown
Songwriter
Quincy Ledbetter
Quincy Ledbetter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Q
Q
Producer
Kamel Abdo
Kamel Abdo
Recording Engineer
Dylan Ely
Dylan Ely
Recording Engineer
Brian Stanley
Brian Stanley
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

'Cuz Whassup nigga? If a muthafucka would have told me years ago That the game today would be so fucked up Common holla at cha boi That these muthafuckin' niggas be runnin' around Here actin' mo bitchy fried Bitch niggas One year more penalize I see these niggas man Lord this shit crazy then a muthafucka, but you know what Tonight we gon handle that shit, we gon bring this to ya spot yao Ey yo speak on that shit 95 percent of these supposed to be thugs is hoes With Victoria Secret panties crammin' that ass hole Throwin' the crooked finger dick ridin' the west coast Them some real soldiers, y'all son of bitches, fonies I called it like I called it, think I'm wrong, step forward And get yo mind pushed in a science class bucket She in to tough talkin' now that 50 got on Quit fantasizing 'bout that man life, and live yo own You ain't neva be hard, yo mammy titty fed you too long Probably still suck it if she pulled it out and showed ya Tonite were gettin' closure, I'm pointin' out folks Pullin' niggaz cards, exposin' what ya hold I'm sorry if it feels you don't know me no more Just had some shit on my mind, in my chest I had to get off You can't judge a muthafuckin' book by its cover But I can spot a bitch a mile away Pardon me brotha O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches (Here I go) O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit Whachu want, drag, give 'em some, muthafucka (Get 'em buck) These niggaz catchin' feelings, they ain't men they women And he gay 'cuz he wit 'em and he trying to defend 'em So I say we should expose these hoes I think our fans should know we gon shoot up yo shows O it's on now yeah, I can cummon down (On now) I got a desert eagle wit a silencer, I swear it make no sound A 4.5 caliber with some bullets that so round 50 took a look at it and told me to slow down Petey you need me nigga just holla and I got ya Throw on some frank Sinatra and order me some pasta They fuckin' with some mobstas, see we can get it done And I bet you at his funeral nobody gon come I ain't here to be beefin' wit no nigga to get a name If you pussies and show yo panties, I'm pullin' out my thang Got a habit of smackin' faggots with semi-automatics You niggas in trouble buck and Petey back at it it's on nigga O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit Whachu want, drag, get ya some, muthafucka Bend that bitch right there wit all ya might If he say, anything in here tonight, you don't like Bend that bitch right there wit all ya might If he say, anything in here tonight, you don't like If you jump off in the club it's a jump off in the club She can tow up just get toed up like I give a good buck All the champagne I don bought bitch I done paid for this chair That I'm fittin' to take and break across this zombies head Look at bone crusher very first verse he don read (10 ton) That's on everything I love to drop dead (Bitch I ain't never scared) Fuckin' round get a main artery cut in half Blood gushin' out the side of your neck bleedin' to death Needin' a paramedic to reconnect 'n' piece you back together I don seen it happen too many times out here, hate it man It's gettin' crucial out here 'n' you takin' this shit for granted Pussy punk, panty wearin' mascara faggot Blow pop suckin' ass, juicy fruity crooked man Molested as a child, by the babysitter daddy Backstabbin' motherfuckin' crabs in a barell I can't stand 'em, but I bet I can handle 'em O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit Whachu want, drag, get ya some, muthafucka O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit Whachu want, drag, cummon, bring all the bitches O it's on, get at me, bitch I'm gon slap the shit Whachu want, drag, get ya some, muthafucka
Writer(s): David Darnell Brown, Moses Iii Barrett, Quincy Gerard Ledbetter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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