Saigon - Plant The Seed (What U Paid For) lyrics

[Intro: Saigon] "Bread and Circuses" Ha ha, welcome [Chorus: Saigon] I hope you got what you paid for I hope you got what you paid for I ain't even gotta say more I hope you got what you paid for I hope you got what you paid for I hope you got what you paid for I know you got what you paid for Haha [Saigon] E'rybody ballin, huh? E'rybody winnin Ain't nobody poor no more, e'rybody's spendin Naw, we just caught in a world that we call pretendin where pretend-to-be n***az been pretendin from the beginnin The minute women are sinnin, in a minute just listen to the infants They morals becomin so inconsistent Lil' boy with his wrist split, little girl thinkin strippin is a business That's cause her mother wasn't against it E'rybody gettin it, e'rybody trappin Who the heck is listenin if e'rybody rappin? Kinda knew this was destined to happen Rappers no realer than wrestlin and actin and the message is lackin But once again Saigon bringin you the realest If I ain't the illest then what'chu talkin 'bout Willis? Trillin, "G.S.N.T. Chapter 2" And just repeat after, matter fact, after you (okay) [Chorus w/ ad libs] [Saigon] How you supposed to be the wildest and you got a stylist? Say that you really smoke but never puffed it out the chalice? Only (Clipse) you probably f** with is Pusha and Malice I told you to cut the bullsh**, now you full of the cow piss How's this? I'm like Money Mayweather in Round 6 'Bout to start turnin it up out this b**h I'm (Too Legit) like Stanley Burrell I'ma die doin what I love, I'm the rap Tammi Terrell Told Puffy my nose stuffy, dawg I can't even smell Cause I'm sick from doin this sh**, it's finna land me in jail Tell Baby I need 80 and if not then I'ma go holla at Shady One of these muh'f**ers is gon' pay me I'm crazy and in the best shape of my life State a price, make it nice, you gon' go on vacation twice (twice) I'm tellin you man I'm worth every bit of that 80 million DOLLARS! [Chorus w/ ad libs] [Saigon] Yeah yeah, check Before my daughter, before they bottled the water We was flippin the bricks, he mix and slide to the border Come back with some sh** 'bout the size of Rock of Gibraltar Paper, p**y, power, pain in chronological order Coola got locked, product was gettin shorter We knew he'd do some time and then the cops would deport him f**in feds have record him in the comfort of his own home We would just slip up and talk business on his home phone We was on the home-grown, he was blowin the hydro I think it was hydro; how the f** should I know? I was duckin the 5-0 tryin to get the case gone Went to Miami to see family, Haitian Ason[?] And wasn't tryin to stay long Just to pick up enough yay to lay on Least 'til I had enough to get weight long Aiyyo I gotta find this 66 dollars man What you gon' do for that man? I got you though What's up? [Chorus] [Outro: Saigon] "Bread and Circuses" Go in...