Mr. 3-2 - Cheddar lyrics

[Hook: Big Pokey] Cheddar, cheddar Makes things better, (get your paper mayn) Cheddar, cheddar Makes things better, (get your paper mayn) Cheddar, cheddar Makes things better, (get your paper mayn) Cheddar, cheddar Makes things better, (we having lavish things) [Mr. 3-2] Cheddar, scrilla cream I got's to go get it playboy, by all means Got k**as on my team, that'll get with you for a price In less than 24 hours, your body'll be on ice This dirty game ain't nothing nice, don't let it jack knife own ya I'm knocking on boys do's for my feddy, I'ma warn ya From Texas to California, we bleeding in the state Big weight, c.d.'s and tapes for six figga papes Cheddar, it makes things better Got me sitting in a five room house, on big leather Gucci sweater, Glocks and barettas it's gravy Ain't nothing but God, and the root of all evil that can save me Now feel this platinum sh** baby, hungry for the payroll We want points and publishing, and cheddar out the do' Mo' money mo', gotta have it gotta grab it Cause living lavish is a habit, as I expose my karats baby [Hook] [Clay Doe] Now I remember, since spaghetti and Cheerios I always been a youngster, out risking it for the do' For every buck I made, I wanted a couple mo' But now I keep it coming, and run it at a constant flow Together n***a, we get this green forever n***a Together n***a, we buying off McGregor n***a Whether you 9 to 5, or you slang barettas Cheddar, n***a always gonna make sh** better Whoever you are, or whoever you be You better keep your hands, up on you some currency For the loot I shoot, to execute avoid cases Me and my aces leaving spaces, up in n***as faces Murder after murder, we out with no traces To protect mine if I have to, I do it on a daily basis Take it from Clay Day, Laf Tex the go-getter C-O braniac, with a payday about cheddar [Hook] [H.A.W.K.] On the streets of Texas, we mob like goodfellas Blades chop like propellers, on these tapes for cheddar Haters get jealous, or a bit over zealous As they ply with the FED's, on schemes and try to nail us Pops tried to tell us, but we fail to listen My subtraction and addition, told me some'ing was missing So I flipped the script, for the cheddar to chips To straight the whip, the pale to sip I'm fully equipped Now on the ship, from the feddy the cream The cheddar the green, my motto was by all means I flooded the scene, confiscating amphetamines As I devised a scheme, to try to spread my wings Lavish things, limousines loaded with screens Gone playas a team, watching pinky rings On a chase for cream, with my loaded baretta My urge to splurge, got me on this chase for cheddar [Hook]