Stoop Boyz - Pretty Flacko II Remix lyrics

[Hook: Sthevenrod] Don't let me catch you slippen, don't, don't let me catch you slippen You know I'm never trippin, not even when I'm sipping No no, don't, don't let me catch you slippen (x2) [Verse 1: HoesD] Real n***a, real n***a, I said it Anything else get, get, get deaded n***a you don't like me, better get my Credit No Debit, cause I really pitch heat no Beckett Trippy mothaf**a from the East side Jiggy mothaf**a with the peace sign Rewind, OBNX word to Eli She fine had to get a piece of the feline, she mine Know why I'm reppin that New York? Cause everything lit like a Newport You know? Finna make a k**ing off the rap sht But too many n***as tryna do it, that's a fact kid And I can't do sh** cept' k** the competition Really hear nothing, just a lot of repetition I ain't never trippin, why I never gotta ask for permission Pay attention if you gripping, before the 12 or an opp catch you slipping [Hook 2] [Verse 2: Sancho] Pretty Flacko n***a chillin high in my zone Spittin these raps till the day that we on sh** I been 2 on since like way before But the love tend to fade and they walk out the door More, more, is what they asking of me, me.. I just be on the block with a couple OG's sipping on some OE, E sh** so simple, mind gone into, different time zones Watch the throne, a homie quick to disown Rappers quick to clone, shorties quick to bone So watch who you trust, and take ya time cuz we not in a rush So I roll up the dutch f** n***as talkin bout such and such Gossip, I don't care too much I just f** on they crush, and I'm off.. [Hook 3] [Verse:3: Sthevenrod] I'm still a younging, tryna survive in the mean streets of NY Where everyday lies, everybody dies Oh you got some chains, oh you got some ice Better put that in a cup cuz I never seen you shine Time to get real, f** how you feel Choose not to be in the streets banging the steel Or taking some wheels, my n***as take no advice Who the f** DR. Phil, what the f** is an Oprah? They taking the pounds, what the f** is a quota? (What the f** is quota?) Put the city on my back, need room for my shoulders mothaf**a