Horseshoe Gang - Mad n******gish lyrics

[Hook: Demetrius Capone] That n***a, n***a, it's that n***a Mad n******gish, that mean I stack figures I got businesses, still never act stuck up Mad n******gish, real n***a that's whats up That n***a, cover of the magazine That n***a, plastered on your plasma screen I'm that n***a, still never act stuck up Mad n******gish, real n***a that's whats up [Verse 1: Demetrius Capone] So n******gish, so n***a rich Is he ignorant? No, he just don't give a sh** I grew up po', Christmas with no Christmas gifts We had Birthmanship, birthday and Christmas mixed That's when you can't afford to celebrate both, now I'm rich But still got my ghetto ways though, in this b**h Like tryin' to put some switches on a Bentley Coupe I might marry Keri Hilson in a Dickie suit You don't get it? Listen, I'mma set the record straight I'm ghetto as puttin' condoms in the collection plate Or drivin' up in an Escalade, but you live in the projects on Section 8 It's finna get n******gish, Obama on election date You can't get rid of this, this n***a ain't finna quit Til limitless men and women is hip to this n***a sh** So if you get this line, now you n******gish Standin' at the damn WIC line is how you get your kicks [Hook: Demetrius Capone] [Verse 2: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] It's like I'm parking reverse, back in this b**h Swagnificent, black dickie thick, mac with the kicks Mac grippin', I'm mad n******gish act ignorant I only bag women with jobs and mad benefits Tell bad b**hes this, I'm a pimp with a bad temperament I'mma boss, and I ain't with that simple sh** [?????], it's not a curious case We got old-a** Benjamin's like that flick Brad Pitt was in I'm sellin' game, I'm tryin' to get the s** poppin' I f** freak hoes in a car that I'm test drivin' And when the money's low, then I'm robbin' a place yo Take your kid's sh**, literally robbin' a cradle I put holes in foes, turn your squads into bagels My gun wave hi to you haters, remind me of Maino Young Dice is ghetto as a government check I'm from the slums and 'jects, what the f** you expect [Hook: Demetrius Capone] [Verse 3: Julius Luciano] Brand new coach fitted cap, that's the Shoe sh** Sticker's still attached to it, to capture newness Mack a cute b**h, a** and huge tits Me without a fly piece don't sound right, like bad acoustics This cat's confusing, attitude's that of a black Confucious But a ratchet packer like Huey back in the panther movement Some of you n***as been actin' coonish Since the Mayflower came to Ma**achusetts, you only do what master chooses Me? I'm in the 'lac just cruisin', blastin' music Abusin' alcohol, Jack Daniel's a bad influence Yeah, I ride with kegs Cop told me not to drink and drive, I said "I ain't drivin', the light was red" Be like me if you wanna get ahead in life I scream "f** the world" while I'm gettin' head from life Ain't no tellin' what this n***a gon' say I call a cracker a coon and call a n***a ofay