Sean Price - Fake Neptune lyrics

(Chorus 2x: Buckshot) Ah, you see too hard for me Ah, you see you hardly me Disrespect anyone, no pardon me Any time you set it off, you can start with me (Sean Price) Meanwhile, n***a, back at the ranch Smokin' a spliff with this b**h trynna faster her pants P, off with the blouse, and off with the kangol Victoria Secret, b**h, Caribbean mango Her favorite song on Nocturnal, was Brainz Blo Put on my pants, if she can let the brains blow Heh, I had to find that funny Lost my wallet, gotta find my money, b**h How you gonna sh** on me? After I let you sh** on me, freaky deaky Nowadays I had it up to here Don't make me f** around and cut your hair, listen All things Sean Price, four wings, fried rice n***a, duck sauce, who the f** the boss? Yo, ask me no questions, I tell you no lie Unless the judge is wack and the jury is jive Uh, old school style, Furious Five Get my man Grandmaster Caz, to snuff ya a** On a, world tour, with Muhammed, my man In a piece of sh** truck, smelling like vomit and ham (Steele) And when the coochie smell bad, but the shorty look good What the f** a n***a suppose to say, tell me If I like to do a little rap, put money on stacks Tell me how a n***a suppose to get get paid Wait a minute, now you mean to tell me, I'm stuck in this sh** Rappers either bending over or riding dicks Check 'em, down and dirty n***az stuck in the ditch The realest in the myst, tuckin' a fifth, ohh (Louieville Sluggah) It's like a switch from Crys' to Molt Liquor and Colt 45, on the hittin' hand sittin' If you can't stand the heat, get out the kitchen It's either you with you, or you all around b**hing Pop pop, what happened to that boy? He got popped, got rocked by a real mccoy I was f**ing his broad, she was feeling joyced She said; let's go have one a girl or boy I said; not me to copy, have you talking crazy You cool and all but I pa**, baby baby To all my Queensmen and Brookmen Crooked men, if you ever looked out, then good looking A n***a pray that we stay away from the bookers Cuz any kid get locked up, to another Brooklyn Avenues and streets, boulevards I creep Until every f**ing dollar bill meet, yo (Chorus 2x) (Sean Price) Yo, alotta n***az rhyme, some of y'all nice Some sound the same, but not Sean Price The O.D.B., and the B.C.C I'm David Ruffin, say when it's nothing, no Need for acceptance, no need for applause All you need is a gause, when you bleeding, ofcourse Of course, I ain't playin' no more f** holding back, f** what I'm saving it for Get busy, bis**ual burners, both ways with the biscuit Hit, n***az and b**hes, and occasionally infants Yo, save it man, tricks are for kids, b**h, David Blaine (Chorus 2x)