King Tee - 6 N 'Na Moe'nin lyrics

[King Tee:] Six in the mornin', awakened by a knock on my door Grabbed my fo-fo' before I put my feet on the floor And yelled "Who is it? ", peeped through my blind just a smidget My n***a Bone stood in some cold black lizards (What's up!?) n***a how ya been, what ya doin'? (Ah, some n***az havin' problems with my money so I flew in You know this kid Juan, got a sista named Chatan? Live up in the Palms sellin' chronic by the tons) As ya mention, he got that woodgrain Expedition 60's tried to k** him but they missed him They said that n***a got a big mouth, boastin' bout some hustlers That he hit from Down South, what's that all about? (That n***a's crazy, show me where he hang, it's all gravy Put on some clothes, I'm double parked in my Rolls and n***az hate me) I feel ya baby, let me grab this linen And slip on these sandals with the ostrich all in 'em (Man call them stripper hoes, tell 'em call all they people I hear that n***a hidin' out, trickin' at the Nikko) Don't worry 'bout a thing (Yeah I need to calm down) Well let me grab some mary jane, get higher than a plane (Do you still got that glock that I gave you on the block? Some funk was 'bout to pop then you ran up in that spot) Ah sh**, I forgot all about that heat Bone I got the stash spot in my Brougham (Well n***a it's on) [Chorus 1:] "Who the f**" - "Who the f** is this? " "Big black motherf**er with G's" (It's King Tee) "Who the f**" - "Who the f** is this? " "Big black motherf**er with G's (It's King Tee) [King Tee:] Lookin' shady, doin' 80 (babay!) Don't temp me The weed smoke floatin' like the Bentley Lay back on a gangsta mack strictly (Man just wait 'til I catch that young fool that tried to get me They says he probably rollin' around like he ownin' the town Not knowin' I'm down, not knowin' I clown) [phone rings] Well loc, them stripper hoes just hit me That n***a at the Century Club playin' Big Willie Dancin' with the Cristal, the hoe had the nerve To say a n***a missin' out (What?! Who the f** is that?) (Tell them stripper hoes to pop that twat and keep 'em hot) And when he come out (Loc, that n***a gettin') *gun shot* [Chorus 2:] Ooh, his first mistake was He had to do the crime He had to hustle mornin' to the night If, he would have known then The things that he knows now He might not have got that time in Wayside