JR Hutson - Purse Come First lyrics

[Intro: Pimp C] Already b**h Trunk full of yay b**h, P.A. to H-Town n***a Get on yo' money motherf**er It's really goin down in the South Sweet Jones b*atch! [Hook x2: Pimp C] (Uhh) Flippin' and dippin', sippin' and grain grippin' Watch him lie through my rearview mirror, I ain't trippin' I done rolled with the best and acted bad in the worst Dick is a commodity b**h the purse come first [Pimp C:] They say they with animals, my mouth is perverse Ain't overstandin us n***a, my life ain't rehearsed Ain't no rewind bu*ton like DVD They never show the real neighborhood on TV (TV) Ours ain't prison and "The Wire" ain't dope President is the supplier, government got all the coke Wouldn't depend on Noriega is it wasn't for no Reagan (Reagan) While all the Christian holidays the same day as the Pagans (as the Pagans) I look like this, I don't talk it, I make 'em think I'm dumb I keep dick out they eyes, don't see where I'm cummin' from I lay between thighs, she put it in her mouth and hum Life is a p**y motherf**er, I'm gon' get me some [Hook] [Bun B:] Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane (plane) No it's just another drone spyin on us mayne (mayne) It's a new world order, at least that's what I read (read) And big brother is watchin, I just heard somebody said Jesus was married to Mary (Mary) and they both had a kid (kid) And it's a piece of history that the Catholic church hid (hid) Man f** the Da Vinci code, f** Illuminati~! Only secret society is Rap-A-Lot and John Gotti (Gotti) This Halliburton contracts and war profiteerin' (teerin) With Cheney on the board, is you motherf**ers hearin'? (hearin) They send us off to war, k** our kids and got paid to America, open yo' eyes (for real) these n***as played you (man) And played me too, sh** I pay taxes (taxes) They let these b**hes wage war against the evil axis (axis) Pull up all the e-mails, memos and the faxes (faxes) So we can really see what all the facts is, you ba*tards [Hook] [Big Gipp:] Yea, yea, yea "Now where ya been Gipp? " Gonnnne 'round the world with Nelly Leave it up in her jelly, swisha sweet we blowin smelly We don't blog, we don't surf, we don't search neither We don't trust, we don't pa**, we just touch people We hit 'em three times, ain't lyin/line like Adidas Surrounded by k**ers and dealers and club geekers Summertime, Dapper Dan, candy ridin coupes Wintertime, snow suits with the Louie boots See the purse came first, the love came later The p**y got wet and captain D came greater I do it for the Bun and I do it for the Pimp For the hustlers and the gangstas doin' time behind the fence [Hook]