Alright, yeah, yeah Curren$y the Hot Spitta Fly Society We don't really know the arrangement of this song, so We just gon' get it where they fit in [?] was my favorite cartoon After marriage come the honey moon Now I'll be damned [?] spoon And something 'bout Popeye [?] I don't remember that line all the way through But I remember the group name was Nice & Smooth I wonder what ever happened them dudes I wonder what ever happened to my new Pitbull puppy when the hurricane came through 'Cause pet finders said that she was rescued [?] had one, they said they had his too But when we hit the shelter we saw [?] too [?] them dogs, fuck wrong with y'all Matter fact I think y'all tryna come here to fraud But I ain't gonna take the white approach and go to the laws I ain't even gon' trip My nigga [?] so I can get another pit But mine snap and your ass gets bite We get love from all these bitches because they feel us in our lyrics We never talk it if we don't live it 'Cause that'll get you picked apart by critics A lot of niggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it A lot of niggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it A lot of niggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it A lot of niggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it A lot of niggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it A lot of niggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it A lot of niggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it We get love from all these bitches because they feel us in our lyrics We never talk it if we don't live it 'Cause that'll get you picked apart by critics A lot of niggas... Addicted to the money, I'm just going where the dough is And ma I don't mean to be rude, but there the dough is Stay fresh to death, [?] dope is Used to live trife, now I'm flossy like [?] Came for the C-note and chips and the tokens And yeah you a boss bitch but can't knock my focus The clock's ticking and I gotta get it over with Nice jump shot, nigga done it like Kobe did [?] couldn't hold the kid Grind hard, stack money like Sosa did And now I'm buying liquor, coppin' dro Told Spitta I'ma get the niggas, you go get the hoes Yeah, and we gon' have a gangsta party Still protected by the guns with no safeties on it I stack cash with the big faces on it Cop whips where the paper plates be on it Got that from [?] homie Yeah, it's Young Roddy, [?] I ain't even gon' trip My nigga [?] so I can get another pit But mine snap and your ass gets bite We get love from all these bitches because they feel us in our lyrics We never talk it if we don't live it 'Cause that'll get you picked apart by critics A lot of niggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it A lot of niggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it A lot of niggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it A lot of niggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it A lot of niggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it A lot of niggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it A lot of niggas hear it but they don't live it 'cause they fear it We get love from all these bitches because they feel us in our lyrics We never talk it if we don't live it 'Cause that'll get you picked apart by critics A lot of niggas...