[Max Minelli: Spoken]
So cold
n***as so throwed
Young Max Minelli, n***a
One of Louisiana's finest.
Check it
Lonestar muthaf**in' Ridaz
Right chea
Young Happy P. SPM, Dope House 2000
---- still sellin' itself, n***a
Pa** what you ask
& we want mill. Tickets, n***a
900,9900
In small face hundred dollar bills
& 100,000 in quarters
Them 2000 quarters
Millennium sh**.
What the f** is You Trippin' Fo' n***a?
[Baby Bash:]
The whole world wanna rumble
Haters spittin' in my Gumbo
Tumble or even stumble, don't let that ball fumble
Pay attention to my bumble
Hustle ‘til I pull a muscle
Hot as El Segundo when I'm comin' wit my thunder
Lettin' off a whole clip-a
Kick a door when I enter
Monumenta
Known to chop a muthaf**er for a pinna
Trigger finger got a splinter.
You talkin' sh** again uh?
I'll grab a switch & beat yo' a** with an antenna
I'm a cold piece of worker
Blastin' wit my bazerka, bazooka Dope House trooper
So now you know the scoop-uh
Cook it up like Betty Crocker
Quicker than Marshall Focker
Monster, like Chubaca
Sorry n***a sianora.
[Chorus: Baby Bash]
So What You Trippin' Fo'?
So What You Trippin' Fo'?
So What You Trippin' Fo'?
So What You Trippin' Fo'?
So What You Trippin' Fo'?
So What You Trippin' Fo'?
So What You Trippin' Fo'?
So What You Trippin' Fo'?
[Happy Perez:]
Now I'm a tell you like I told you before
f** a pig, f** a hoe & f** federal
n***as & b**hes start to trip when yo' boy get the dough
Fool, I'm a go wild when my money get low
I heard you got some cash, but man we got more
n***as in my face, swearin' to God they can flow
But n***a, I ain't trippin' but I ain't tryin' to hear that
f** all the yappin' homey, show me where the weed at
So I can cut the sweets & taste the seed smoke
I got big plans wit me & Max & C-Loc
See we gon' wreck the game & we gon' make a k**in'
When I was 16, I was hurtin' n***as' feelings
For real.
[Chorus: Baby Bash]
So What You Trippin' Fo'?
So What You Trippin' Fo'?
So What You Trippin' Fo'?
So What You Trippin' Fo'?
So What You Trippin' Fo'?
So What You Trippin' Fo'?
So What You Trippin' Fo'?
So What You Trippin' Fo'?
[Baby Bash:]
So you made a little money, oh wow!
What the f** yo' punk a** fidna do now?
I've invested more money
More money
In a crackhead's dream
Remember back as a fiend, when I was lackin' the green
But now I'm playin' both sides of the fence
Pullin' licks, no fingerprints so no evidence
Ever since I was a youngsta
All I ever wanted to be was a hustla
Hustla
Cyber space, desperado
Hollow tips in my wallow
Guero about dinero
But swallow Tequila bottle
Follow My Lead uh
Follow My Lead uh
Beesh & Happy P. Fin to make the block bleed, huh.
[Chorus: Baby Bash]
So What You Trippin' Fo'?
So What You Trippin' Fo'?
So What You Trippin' Fo'?
So What You Trippin' Fo'?
So What You Trippin' Fo'?
So What You Trippin' Fo'?
So What You Trippin' Fo'?
So What You Trippin' Fo'?