D.J. Paul - Don't Cha Get Mad lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul] You know we got to do one for all these n***as Out here sideline hating, you know what I'm saying? Don't get mad cause a n***a straight up Out the paint shop or the car lot or what not Feeling mean on the scene with a pocket full of green You know what I'm saying? And any one of y'all hoes think A n***a gonna give them something, I can't give you sh** But this dick in your motherf**ing mouth and in your motherf**ing hole And you got to reach me something for that, ho' Cause I ain't for free, b**h Pay what you motherf**ing weigh [Verse 1: Crunchy Black] I pull up clean in my black f**ing truck My rims still spinning so you know I'm cutting up I'm riding down the street, bumping nothing but us I spotted me a freak, she was about to catch a buzz I asked her what's her name, baby, it could be love But you know you boy don't f** with nothing but s*uts The ones that make money and stack them bucks A bank for that cap and a bank for that bu*t [Verse 1 Continued: Juicy J] n***a, I'll tell your girl she can s** on this big ol' dick And won't be f**ed up 'bout it if she pay her rent to a pimp And in the public's eyes she can be legit, be my b**h Cause at the shake junt she got to work a trick, get the grip And never no back talking cause I call her jack, backhand slap She come up short with money, baby, then I snap with a strap She gotta let these hoes know who the sh** running this And you just might have to throw some blows Take a hit wit the fist [Hook: Mr. Bigg and DJ Paul]x2 Don't you, don't you get mad when I swerve and I twist Riding, riding down your block, I got my charm out the window Don't you get mad when I swerve and I twist I ain't bragging on myself but I deserve this, miss [Verse 2: DJ Paul] I'm swerving, I'm twisting from side to side I got that iron right on my side Them 20 inch vogues with the yellow stripes A 'rillo rolled up with some of that light The 360 turn on the fold down screens Turn it all the way around and watch it from the front seat The knock in the back, get the trunk on rattle Them hoes flocking to my whip thick like cattle [Verse 2 Continued: Lil Flip] Hey, you better put that money in my hand I was born to be a mack, not your motherf**ing man You mad cause I hit your ho, me and her split your dough Why you acting surprised, I know you heard this sh** before? Me and Quint, pushing 'Vettes, smoking 'dro, no stress One tech, two Glocks, infra red, no vests I clock dollars and pop collars for a living I'm at Pressure World every time I hit Memphis [Hook: Mr. Bigg and DJ Paul]x2 Don't you, don't you get mad when I swerve and I twist Riding, riding down your block, I got my charm out the window Don't you get mad when I swerve and I twist I ain't bragging on myself but I deserve this, miss