C-murder - Betya lyrics

Tru Records, it's time to wild out now boy It's on...yeah... [Chorus] Betya I can make you bounce to this Betya I can make you clap to this Smokin that green, feelin fine Got me a forty and a fat a** nine Betya I can make you bounce to this Betya I can make you clap to this Smokin that green, feelin fine Got me a forty and a fat a** nine Get at me dog, you know the routine I ain't hard to find, I'm on that thug.com If the block is hot I be chillin in the shade You can call me on 1-900-break bread Or 1-800-getting paid but don't tell Or imma send Cut Boy to rang yo bell It's a bunch of pit bulls down here in my city That's why I hang with the Cutt Throat Committee Me and Wayne-G in the truck tinted up Got Red in the back and she bout to roll it up The new Jordans bout to drop, you know I gotta cop em Told Curren$y meet me at Footlocker And bring Kernell with you that's my dog too My next phone call went to my n***a Boo And wine and nines cuz that's how we ride n***a la dadada, la la la la [Chorus] I've been thuggin since I came out the womb Been at battle with these cats like the army platoon Didn't know what dope was, but I was hustling Didn't even know what looking hard was, but I was muggin Didn't even know what p**y was (shiiit), but I was f**in Little pretty chicken Had her kissin on my stick-en And fist fights, it was anybody's turn I was jabbin, and stickin n***as like Thomas Hearns I'm an early bird, when it was pickin up the trash I was standin in the cut with my stash in a bag I'm bad to the bone, so I'm illegal Used to dream of being a boss like Bugsy Siegal Here I go, here I go, here I go again I want a thug girl ma, you ain't gotta be a ten Just gotta be my friend, and let a playa in And hop in when I spin the Benz (eeerr) [Chorus] I don't think you wanna mess wit Tru ya lil child Why would a n***a call himself Juvenile Like Benny Hill, we slap kids in the head I bet ya scary a** still piss in the bed I'm New Orleans baby, you sweeter than honey This Tru Records city n***a f** Cash Money I'm C, C-P-3, uptown G I f** with UNLV, Lil Ya and Tec-G I'm a bad a** Miller boy, a k**er boy Get them sea man shoes and put yo a** in a river boy And all those girls that left No Limit on bad terms Keep it up and we gon plant you like earthworms Mystikal (Mystikal), you da hoe Yeah I heard you got f**ed before And if anybody out there don't like what I said Let it be known my favorite color is red (blue) [Chorus]