Props Over Here

Hey, you ain't really you and you ain't really down Plus I'm tired of seeing you fucking for they face of ground 'Cause when I sit back and think back of how you found me It make me react react my fucking yammy Now I don't cock, though my mind is in the sewer I just kick back six pack and then I do 'er But she gets stuck on crowing like a cat 'Cause the toes got sucked on she don't know how to act Back in the days I am 237, used to rumble Kevin Backing hoes was like heaven Eleven, years later I tried to hide And hoped they pass me by like I'm the pharycyde Just let me puff and lounge with my niggas Don't have no time to fake funk with triggers Don't believe in kids with that puts cat say Fuck around with Fasion get your whole shit bit Spend crazy years with the blues pay dues Before I met the Psycho is in the junk yard juice But now the crew combined and we can't be stopped Going around the globe to collect the props When I'm in New York, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here) Com' on, out in Cali, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here) When I'm down in Detroit, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here) Now when I'm out in Philly, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here) I get stoned everyday I gots nothing else to do I'm getting drunk with my niggas 'til the night is thru And when the night is thru, I won't have a fucking clue Of what tomorrow will bring so I pay ten (true) Yo life's kind of funny if you don't make money Then your days ain't fuckin sunny Excuse me for my language But I'm trying to get my last thing together And bought the crib to be in my damn bids so never Acted like I deserve to have it I whipped, I stabbed it, I whipped, I grabbed it, you silly Rabbit, I'm coming at your door Tracks behind the stacks better yo I'm brought showa I'm showa, unlike others wanna pop u Use a pistol drop dogging that shit you need to stop 'Cause when I approach and you can't back up What you said (Toma) Fly you fucking head like that Now when I'm in Atlanta, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here) Texax, uh, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here) When I'm out in Chicago, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here) Out in DC, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here) Real niggas do real things and that's a fact And real niggas could lick their hoes in niggas backs And your life's down like a heavy price to pay For some bullshit that you ain't even had to say But don't sweat that, 'cause Imma let you keep your head If I wanted to kill, you're already be dead I gotta a lot of things to do, a lot of money to make I got no time for you and all the moves you fake Taking care of business yeah without a doubt And Imma make a million dollars kid before I'm out Yeah I gotta give a shout to my peeps in Corona Going hand to hand gettin' loot on the corner Life is full of stress and to rest my brain So I puff the buddha bless and destroy the pain I gotta a lot of things to do, a lot of money to make I got no time for you and all the moves you fake When I'm in Japan, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here) When I'm out in London, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here) Hey when I'm in Norway, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here) And when I'm out in Paris, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here)