Studio Ton - Dey Ain't No lyrics

Zapp IV beneath the ashtray, woofers in the back Water in the duals make loud gla** pack Gold tippytoes without a lick of crome Bought a set of vogues and left the, stickers on Seven grand worth a bump for the trunk Paid cash, all ones Some old b**h came up to me and said, "What's the latest bro?" I said, "I'm tryin to have more chips than Las Vegas ho" She said, "Can I roll with you? I get the dicks hard" I said, "You can work the strips and on my boulevard" "How much would I make?" I said, "Mega Just bring me back my scrill scratch paper" Heart heart money money street street hustle Sex, d**, smuggle, bubble Horns, dialin, speakers, subbin Sound just like the inside of a club-bin How many times could a Conrad come so bu*tery? Always on to' back have people lovin me Alcoholic drunk that ain't no gimmick B I'm always in and out the Betty Ford clinic see Drug paraphenalia cream bu*terscotch Illegal like a garbage of hover rocks Workin off my pager you know the ropes I'm makin that Cabbage cornbread like Oprah Diamond satch-uels from ja-f**in-ho Pose just like a pimp smokin a honey blunt In a Major Way I tried to told ya n***as have my sh** f**ed back in the days but now they know a Sold a bunch of units underground They was bumpin Save a Ho in every town Rumor has it that I died I got smoked main But I'm alive, they was talkin about somebody else main *chorus* We say dem n***as P.H But dey really ain't knowin, dey ain't no Me rather stack more papes And steady get to bubblin, yeah fo' sho' Revenues, on my mind I can't hold back, now's the time Bust a dope addict crack fiend in the jaw Fool had his spook on tried to steal my car Da Bay, where hoes be janky, sheist And n***as, do so much dirt we got lice Prices, go up and down like a teeter-totter Filthy sh**, ring around the collar Just the other day I heard a Bootsy n***a shout "Man that n***a don't be doin all that damn sh** he talk about" Fools think they know me think they got me figured out But n***a... n***a?!! I plays this sh** for bread and meat So n***a if you feel froggish leap I don't smoke dog food sherm loop or snow But I leave a trail of bidis everywhere I go So tell a friend like Alpha Beta I'm gonna get it like T.C. the money maker, I know you're with it Mayday mayday, unexplained object comin your way Breaker breaker it's E-40 b**hes call me the ahh Ballin a**, tight clean talkin Big wheeler Money hungry, penny pinchin stingy n***a On the sc-rilla, always on the go-getter Scoop a baitch and we can split her *chorus* Me have no time for de bullsh**ers (4X)