Lil Boosie - Baton Rouge lyrics

Intro: same n***as always hatin on me same n***as im sick and tired of this sh** im tired of bein embarresd by des n***as they betta not cross me no more ya hear Verse One: it be the same ole fools brakin tha rules runnin off at tha mouth, pa** through the hood wit 2's but they dont come in the south, tryin tell ya n***as feel me when the drama come beef, cross the track and imma smell ya boy and imma dump heat, lets brake it down right quick, take a round right quick, wit that heat unda the seat its goin down like this, been goin on for to long mayne im stuck in this beef, always run up in tha club now his brother want beef,and these the same n***as always wanna come test me, thats why i keep that thang on me....and these some hoes out tha hood be the ones who a gitcha, tellme to rida witch but they jumpin a b**h, slow ya roll b**h u throwed, u need a new b**h, its like u walkin round the club finna fuse a new dick, whatcha sayin with ya mouth, it dont hurt me at all, turn ya back n shake ya crack and watchem buckle down Chrous:(2x) its the same ole sh**, n***as hate it when ya shine, finally on 5 so i aintcha takin mine, same ole b**h jump in my face wastin time, same old click thats gon get spraid wit dat iron(BLUH) Verse 2: now look im tired of this sh**, im gon take 5 for this sh**, i told my patna pa** the chapa, watch my quiet this sh**, f**, you die for this sh**, put yo number up, everytime you see that dirty south u noe we commin up, same old n***az mayne dont even noe us, imma get that to smoke up, goin out with no cut(woah) eyes ya they tow up, got heavy artillery when i shot it gon blow up(BUH) na they hollin hold up, jumpin outta ditches, look, my glock in my hand and i aint tryin to leave a witness, is it the b**hes the money? or how the car shine, look, i want it all so on the dice imma boil min, ye aint never herd of hard times, im in that n***a from baton rouge with them rhymes, what u think boy, u banks boys, look yall cant hang with this click, speak it just the way i sit, thats why u bangin my sh**, thats why u bangin my sh** Chrous: (2x) its the same ole sh**, n***as hate it when ya shine, finally on 5 so i aintcha takin mine, same ole b**h jump in my face wastin time, same old click thats gon get spraid wit dat iron(BLUH) Verse 3: its the same old sh**, when ya hustle n***as kick in ya do, but when u broke, they be tryin to run that dick in ya hoe, take ya fiddle to tha tip and slap the click and the fo, and make these mothaf**as get on the floo, my mind somthin n***as duckin when that iron bustin, respect the game, u aint never checkin mine causea, its yo manelli world, cut open the slap, and po drankin, if u smoke dank, u got that gas like a tank, i dont noe what ya tank, put that sh** in and ya knockin my thang, n***a must not noe im at the top of my game, i got plenty n***as that wanna play guns like that lethal edition or get they a** k.o.'d, and play the people , like b**h its like they never stick they nose in that sh**, but yall were some hoes for that sh**, my mind stay true, cant stop me for nothin, im still og ..... Chrous: its the same ole sh**, n***as hate it when ya shine, finally on 5 so i aintcha takin mine, same ole b**h jump in my face wastin time, same old click thats gon get spraid wit dat iron(BUH)