Max Minelli - What You Trippin' Fo' lyrics

[Max Minelli] *Spoken* So cold n***as so throwed Young Max Minelli, n***a One of Louisiana's finest Check it Lone Star muthaf**in' Ridaz Right chea Young Happy P, SPM, Dope House 2000 Dope still sellin' itself, n***a Pa** what you ask And we want mill. tickets, n***a Nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand In small face hundred dollar bills And one hundred thousand in quarters Them 2000 quarters Millennium sh** What the f** is you trippin' fo', n***a? [Baby Beesh] The whole world wanna rumble Hatas spittin' in my Gumbo Tumble or even stumble, don't let that ball fumble Pay attention to my bumble Hustle 'till I pull a muscle Hot as El Segundo when I'm comin' wit my thunder Lettin' off a whole clip-a Kick a door when I enter Monumental Known to chop a muthaf**a for a pinna Trigger finger got a splinter You talkin' sh** again-a? I'll grab a switch and beat yo a** with an antenna I'm a cold piece of worker Blastin' wit my bazerka, bazooka Dope House trooper So now you know the scoop-a Cook it up like Betty Crocker Quicker than Marshall Focker Monster, like Chubaca Sorry n***a, sianora (Chorus) [Baby Beesh] So what you trippin' fo' So what you trippin' fo' So what you trippin' fo' So what you trippin' fo' So what you trippin' fo' So what you trippin' fo' So what you trippin' fo' So what you trippin' fo' [Happy P] Now I'ma tell you like I told you before f** a pig, f** a hoe, and f** federal n***as and b**hes start to trip when yo boy get the dough Fool, I'ma go wild when my money get low I heard you got some cash, but man we got more n***as in my face, swearin' to God they can flow But n***a, I ain't trippin', but I ain't tryin' to hear that f** all the yappin' homie, show me where the weed at So I can cut the sweets, and taste the weed smoke I got big plans wit me and Max and C-Loc See we gon' wreck the game, and we gon' make a k**in' When I was 16, I was hurtin' n***as' feelings Foreal (foreal) (Chorus) [Baby Beesh] So you made a little money, oh wow! What the f** yo punk a** fidna do now? I've invested more money (more money) In a crackhead's dream Remember back as a fiend, when I was lackin' the green But now I'm playin' both sides of the fence Pullin' licks, no fingerprints so no evidence Ever since I was a youngster (youngster) All I ever wanted to be was a hustler (hustler) Cyber space, desperado Hollow tips in my wallow Guero about dinero But swallow Tequila bottle Follow my lead, huh Follow my lead, huh Beesh and Happy P fin ta make the block bleed, huh (Chorus)