Rap - Rapper Thing lyrics

RAPPER THING [Intro:] What? What you say? It ain't my fault tho! So, if any of you motha f**az got some to say You better tell it to my motha f**in face RAPTOR,RAPTOR,RAPTOR [HOOK:] My mugshots on my phone Dont blame me its a rapper thing 2 Doobies n a styraphoam Dont blame me its a rapper thang b**hes rollin dope All my homies smoke Spittin flows u fold Don't blame me it's a rappa thang [Verse:1] I got skinz up on my body I got poppy girls dey sloppy I got hataz tryna copy I got coppaz tryna lock me I got dollaz tryna buy me I got flows up on my ID I got twooo raptaz with meee smokin on my set I got twoo b**hes with meee askin me where its at? Put my diiiick in em haaaand Pop a baaaand on em heaaaad Crack smiiiile at em theeen,Let them Do their thaaang! I got clothes i neva wear with the price tag ON em ! Guns i neva i buuusst with te silence ON em ! I got prollems with ya problems i ain't none BOUT em !! Im fed up with yo mind set n why you DONE IT! Raptaz in ya sector, standin on yo couch Boutta hit the booth, all u hear was OUCH ! What these rhymes do? Definitely pounch! Quit with all that bullsh** Stop beeing a f**in Grouch ! Got an appatite like i eat ya song up in a rec Got an attitude like , i ain't even kno where te f** im at All i really kno is how to motha f**in rap Hustlaz on em streets let em do that fukin crack [HOOK:] My mugshots on my phone Dont blame me its a rapper thing 2 Doobies n a styraphoam Dont blame me its a rapper thang b**hes rollin dope All my homies smoke Spittin flows u fold Don't blame me it's a rappa thang [Verse2:Abstract] k**in the game Murda the thang Shootin you b**hes like ra-ta-ta-tang Please call the doctor im sick in the brain Goin insane, Can't even speak like ra-da-da-dang b**hes keep calling my phone ri-ri-ri-ring Too high to pick up i dont give a da-da-da-dang Up on a tomb smokin n drink Speakin the slang My favorite color is p**y in pink Me and my n***as we laugh at the bank n***a just think, now you can see.. That i'm the king! Deep dipped in gold, one hundred joints rolled s**as leave me, im so cold Im unchained im uncontrolled Livin life how im supposed! Spittin dope it might hurt u knows... Beiing real sience 95 never had to pose Never get enough but i got the dose Every day im having a threesome cause its hard to choose There's too much hoes and that how it goes... [HOOK:] My mugshots on my phone Dont blame me its a rapper thing 2 Doobies n a styraphoam Dont blame me its a rapper thang b**hes rollin dope All my homies smoke Spittin flows u fold Don't blame me it's a rappa thang