Paramount Recording Studio - Big God lyrics

[Intro] Ear Drummers f** is my ransom, homie? [Chorus: Trouble] Hey wa**up, tell me what's in your cup (what you sippin'?) You from the hood too, don't be actin' all stuck up You gettin' money lil' baby, I guess we eatin' (I guess we eatin') I get to rollin' blunts while I'm talkin' to Gs Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck See me runnin' this sh** up (flexin') Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck, big up (talk to you) Only the lil' homie stuck n***as tryin', n***as dyin', n***as greedy, everyday sh** get real, sh** get hard, n***as need you, everyday Only the lil' homie stuck, big up Only the lil' homie stuck, yeah [Verse 1: Trouble] Guess I'ma hold it down, I'ma hold it down I can't scratch this sh** enough, don't snitch, b**h, hold it down n***as ain't know sh**, so quit the switch, don't f** around What the f** you pullin' out the gat for if you don't plan to blowin' it down? b**h, you plottin' on yo' main man, I'm lookin' good for that Rest in peace to 44 P, they hurt the hood with that Look at all these po' a** kids, the hood f**ed up This sh** was never my dream, hustle from f** ups Sit back, blowin' some green, talk to the big god Can you please bless my fam' with tickets too much to ask for n***a need ya, n***as tryna be greedy Just want good for my people, forgive me of all my evils I don't mean a lot but you're tough and I need ya Everyone don't f**, don't give a f**, I keep her Baby hit the balls, baby rough on the weepers Scratchin' like a panther, puttin' bucks on the liters [Chorus: Trouble] Hey wa**up, tell me what's in your cup (what you sippin'?) You from the hood too, don't be actin' all stuck up You gettin' money lil' baby, I guess we eatin' (I guess we eatin') I get to rollin' blunts while I'm talkin' to Gs Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck See me runnin' this sh** up (flexin') Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck, big up (talk to you) Only the lil' homie stuck [Verse 2: Problem] I pay all my n***as, y'all payin' the badge Live zone 6, with deep mac, trap way in the back (I remember my n***as) In front of church, guns, a TV and a bootleg DVD You old players need to stop hatin' on these young ballers Barkley and Shaq, TNT Diamond Lane, DLG Off the seven like BLB You almost high as GLD I'm from Compton so I don't expect you to understand my POV I done bossed up bosses, that's why I said I'm a young OG Now done sold more than a P and I ran from not one n***a Have you raised a b**h to lick dick, just come give her? (Hey) I took too much molly, alert the homies like come get her (f**ed up) Hell naw, if you strapped or if he not so don't f** with her (yeah) My n***as gon' be my n***as no matter what, so I'm stuck with them (yeah) My b**hes like b**hes but can't f**, 'less I f** with them Like a toilet, that's blocked up, yeah, I'm deep in this sh**, no sleepin' I'm peepin', everythin' breathin', no love in this sh** Go hard as the governor man, and no I'm not lovin' the b**h Remember when the trap was bunkin' n***as I thought I was makin' money off of publishin' sh** (Ha ha, that's crazy) I can't stop comin', that's why I got so many babies And b**hes love a dog, that's why I got so many ladies (What) [Chorus: Trouble] Hey wa**up, tell me what's in your cup (what you sippin'?) You from the hood too, don't be actin' all stuck up You gettin' money lil' baby, I guess we eatin' (I guess we eatin') I get to rollin' blunts while I'm talkin' to Gs Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck See me runnin' this sh** up (flexin') Ayy, only the lil' homie stuck, big up (talk to you) Only the lil' homie stuck n***as tryin', n***as dyin', n***as greedy, everyday sh** get real, sh** get hard, n***as need you, everyday Only the lil' homie stuck, big up Only the lil' homie stuck, yeah