Stuck

Psycho female blowing up the phone line

You need to tighten that screw, it's been loose for a long time

I've been slammed with some bad luck

Soon I'm gonna bring you doom with the buck, buck

And now you duck, duck, goose, I'm letting loose

With the 30 ought freestyle labeled hostile by my profile

Must be all the madness, you and all your tactics

Jonesing for my cash, got to make them pockets super fat

Hey, I'm a humble man kicking out my jams like a tramp

I'ma stick it like a stamp to this business

What's with all the business?

I get paid to take the microphone and slay the stage

Stay away from all the bros in my band and all the fans

And all my friends when the cash is coming in

Or I'll be slamming them balls to the wall

With the ink on my flesh to the yes, yes, y'all

No 9 to 5, I'll still survive

I keep my engine on that amp like a Chattanooga champ

That's all we need, another bad seed

Planted on this Earth, motivated by greed

You wanna play that game, bitch?

You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting

Boy, you wanna play that game, bitch?

Make a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blast

You're bad luck, you're so stuck

Stuck, deep down in that hole again

Stuck, got your brain on my green again

Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so stuck you don't even know

All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi

Far from suicidal, still I get them tendencies

Bringing back the memories

That I really miss when I reminisce

Rocking back in the 80s live, my attitude to do or die

Once I was a maggot but now I'm just super fly

Bound for the boundaries, no limit, G

Fat ass rhythms driven by my destiny

Your style's in my pocket

Proclaimed to regain that essence

Pressing 'cause I'm hostile labeled by my profile

Indeed I am, I am indeed hostile when it comes to greed

You wanna play that game, bitch?

You take a dash for my cash, it's that ass that I'm blasting

Boy, you wanna play that game, bitch?

You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blast

You're bad luck, you're so stuck

Stuck, deep down in that hole again

Stuck, got your brain on my green again

Stuck, you're so, you're so, you're so stuck, you don't even know

Oh, yeah, ain't nothing' like a greedy bitch

Digging, digging, digging, digging, digging so deep for that green

All I know, all I know, that you must be fucked up in the head

I got a little problem, just one question, bitch

Why, why you wanna be like that?

Why, why you gotta be like that?

You wanna be like that?

Why, why you wanna be like that?

Why, why you wanna be like that?

Why, why you gotta be like that?

Why, why you wanna be like that?

Why the fuck you would be like that?

Why, why, why you gotta be like that?

Why the fuck you would be like that?

Why, why, why, why, why, why you gotta be?

Why, why, why you wanna be like that?

Why, why, why you gotta dig in my business, you fucking whore?

Stuck on yourself, you are

You take a dash for my cash, it's that ass that I'm blasting

Stuck on yourself, you whore

You take a dash for my cash, it's that ass that I'm blast

You're bad luck, you're so stuck

Stuck, deep down in that hole again

Stuck, got your brain on my green again

Stuck, you're so, you're so

You're so stuck in your head, you don't even know