Chris Curran - Props Over Here lyrics

[Intro] Sho nuff with the funky ba** in your face New York City have mercy, have mercy one time Introducing the crew... [Verse 1: Fashion] Hey, you ain't really you and you ain't really down Plus I'm tired of seeing your f**ing phony face around Cause when I sit back and think back on how you flam me It make me react and be at my f**ing jammy Now I don't co*k, though my mind's in the sewer I just kick back with six-packs and then I do her But she gets stuck on clawing like a cat And cause them toes got s**ed on she don't know how to act Back in the days, I.S. 237 Used to run with Kevin, bagging hoes was like heaven Eleven years later I try to hide And hope they pa** me by like I'm the the Pharcyde Just let me puff and lounge with my n***as Don't have no time to fake funk with triggers Don't believe in kids with that puss cat scent f** around with Fash and get your whole sh** bent Spent crazy years with the Blues paying dues Before I met the Psychos and the Junkyard Jules But now the crew combined and we can't be stopped Going round the globe to collect our props [Hook] When I'm in New York, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here) Come 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) [Verse 2: Psycho Les] I get stoned every day I got nothing else to do I'm getting drunk with my n***as til the night is through And when the night is through I won't have a f**ing clue Of what tomorrow will bring so I maintain (true) Yo life's kind of funny If you don't make money then your days ain't f**ing sunny Excuse me for my language but I'm trying to get my land stitched Together, and build a crib for me and my damn b**h, I never Had it like I deserve to have it I whip it, I stab it, I grip it, I grab it You silly rabbit, I'm coming at you pure Tracks by the stacks, video and brochure I'm sure, unlike others wanna pop You's a piss drop, talking that sh** you need to stop Cause when I approach and you can't back up what you said (Toma!) Fly you f**ing head like that [Hook] Now when I'm in Atlanta, you know what I wanna hear (Yeah you get props over here) Texas, uhh, 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 [Verse 3: JuJu] Real n***as do real things and that's a fact And real n***as could leave big holes in n***a's backs And your life sounds like a heavy price to pay For some bullsh** that you ain't even had to say But don't sweat that, cause I'mma let you keep your head If I wanted you k**ed, you'd already be dead I got 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 no doubt And I'mma make a million dollars kid before I'm out Yeah I gotta give a shout to my peeps in Corona Going hand to hand getting loot on the corner Life is full of stress and it wrecks my brain So I puff the buddha bless and destroy the pain I got a lot of things to do, a lot of money to make I got no time for you and all the moves you fake [Hook] 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)