Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
Webbie
Webbie
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Marlon Clark
Marlon Clark
Autoría
Webster Gradney Jr.
Webster Gradney Jr.
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
B-Real
B-Real
Producción

Letra

[Verse 1]
Might hit you with my shirt off
Me and turk about to drop the work off
**** best wipe they smirks off
Honestly, we'll hurt y'all
Hit them **** hard
Tell big boy to skirt off
Ten toes down, now ten hoes down
[Verse 2]
One night, one bike
If it's fifty hoes 'round
Ten cali, one fight
Now that's fifty whole pounds
**** acting like bitches
I'll sit they ass down
Tighten that ass, no rubber
I like to get in trouble
[Verse 3]
I know what happens when you scared
Be careful how you play it
All your money and your bread
Don't mean nothing when you're dead
Fruity ass ****
School booty ass ****
Think about me when I ain't around
When they see me, they shiver
[Verse 4]
Camera ass ****
Fame ass ****
Love in the club
When I make it rain ass ****
I'ma old, never gonna change ass ****
What trill mean to me
I explain, yeah, ****
[Verse 5]
The 'T' for trill, for fam, I told you I got 'em
The 'R' for real and rovers ready to die
The 'I' for me 'cause I'm the fuckin' hottest
The 'L' loyal and love for leaders behind me
The hood for long, it's been a long time, and finally
Everybody shining, man, fuck it, it's game time
And I'm ready, I'm Webbie
I'm ready, I'm Webbie
I'm ready, I'm Webbie
I'm ready, I'm Webbie
[Verse 6]
This year all we, be all where we all be
Want something, call me
Try me and y'all see
M.T.V., B.E.T.
Tell 'em that it's all good
We want town home livin'
But we scared of y'all hood
[Verse 7]
My homeboy stressed
Told him keep his head up
Don't want go back to the slums
So I keep my bread up
If I get my head bust
I don't really give a fuck
What goin' happen to my people
Only thing I'm scared of
[Verse 8]
When you look up in your mirror
You see a pussy ass ****
You don't see a boss hog
Go getter, that'll kill ya
I see a candy old perm-metallic
Sultan with the glitter
Big rims keep spinning
Fuck hoes, I'll consider
[Verse 9]
Tote high, four, five
Dope house, I was little
G'd up, re'd up
Sold out in sixty minutes
Trill fam, still fam
Duck tape his face
Pay the lawyer
Beat the case
Young savage
Get it straight
[Verse 10]
Bitch, 'T' for trill, for fam, I told you I got 'em
The 'R' for real and rovers ready to die
The 'I' for me 'cause I'm the fuckin' hottest
The 'L' for loyal and love for leaders behind me
The hood for long, it's been a long time, and finally
Everybody shining, man, fuck it, it's game time
And I'm ready, I'm Webbie
I'm ready, I'm Webbie
I'm ready, I'm Webbie
Bitch, I'm ready, I'm Webbie
[Verse 11]
My **** be grinnin' and laughin'
And faking and fronting
Moses like hoes tryna see how
We work in this company
Scoping with pistols and ropes
And just hoping we fumble
Fumble like some of these
Savage life ass wannabes
[Verse 12]
I'm who the wanna be
You know I'm gonna be
S.T.R.A.I.G.H.T.
Pussy **** hate me
I'm a straight G
They tell me go commercial
Tell 'em, bitches, make me
[Verse 13]
Take me to the top
That's what I told, savage
Then he told Webbie, let's roll
I'm ready, fuck gold
Go platinum
My goal is to snatch all
Black folks who down with seven hoes
That's what's happenin'
But if I don't get it
You know I ain't trippin'
Now ****, real ****
I'm still a real ****
Don't doubt trill ****
Been ridin' with trill ****
You wasn't even in the picture
This is for the permission, ****
[Verse 14]
The 'T' for trill, for fam, I told you I got 'em
The 'R' for real and rovers ready to die
The 'I' for me 'cause I'm the fuckin' hottest
The 'L' for loyal and love for leaders behind me
The hood for long, it's been a long time, and finally
Everybody shining, man, fuck it, it's game time
And I'm ready, I'm Webbie
I'm ready, I'm Webbie
I'm ready, I'm Webbie
Bitch, I'm ready, I'm Webbie
Written by: M. Clark, W. Gradney
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