Trick Daddy - Ba** lyrics

This dedicated to all the real DJ's All 'em n***as in them Chevy's Hey, what's up, playa hatin n***as need to shut the f** up! (Shut up!) Cut it out Make my name taste like sh** in ya mouth (Doodoo!) Same n***as that be talking this sh** Be the first n***as speak when I walk in that b**h Them lame n***as that be hatin' on Trick Jump right in they whip and go to funkin my sh**! You know how n***as be (yes) They ya dawgs while ya there but they talk 'bout you when you leave I'm like f** n***a, please You couldn't get a blessing from me if you f** n***as sneezed Up fire, like f** n***a freeze Don't move don't mothaf**in' breathe! See I was raised to be f**n***a-free If You don't like what I'm sayin', then f** n***a leave! I, stay far away from s**a n***as Get money, live life, like f** a n***a You, you and your crew and some other sh** Fake thugs who indulge in that s**a sh**! I rep that M.I.A whole state of the FLA And we known for the BASS We got pills, got weed, got yay, SK's, AK's And a whole lot of BASS Where my Dunk Ryder n***as at? With the funk in the trunk Let 'em hear that BASS Thugs n***a wanna feel that BASS All the ladies go crazy when they hear that BASS See, I'm a n***a that's straight out the hood My momma, grand momma they straight out the woods So if I'm GA, Alabama, or South Carolina just know that I'm good I, represent for the thug n***as Start snappin' go to slappin' all the f** n***as Back hand any n***a wearin' tight pants f** n***a might as well wear lace wigs b**h a** n***a you You try too hard, and I ain't feeling you So here's what I'm finna do I'mma ask you to leave, and that's what you better do! Right now, get ya puss a** out Or later on they will tote ya a** out Keep smokin, drinkin, thinkin' this a mothauckin' game Get hit up wit dem thangs! I rep that M.I.A whole state of the FLA And we known for the BASS We got pills, got weed, got yay, SK's, AK's And a whole lot of BASS Where my Dunk Ryder n***as at? With the funk in the trunk Let 'em hear that BASS Thugs n***a wanna feel that BASS All the ladies go crazy when they hear that BASS To the n***a wit the old school tape deck Say playa, can a n***a get a ba** check Now that's too much qual for your new car And this ba** too hard for ya iPod My God, I hope you got a good heart Cause ol' lord these speakers on steroids Can't nan n***a rap like I rap f** n***as slick rap but they won't step It's the n***as like me who ya can't scare Coming through with the middle finger in the air! f** you, you and your whole crew Yo mammy, yo pappy, and ya hoe too I, gives a f** what a n***a think Off rip be the first n***a in the paint You, you the n***a that will try to run Dial 911, say I got a gun! I rep that M.I.A whole state of the FLA And we known for the BASS We got pills, got weed, got yay, SK's, AK's And a whole lot of BASS Where my Dunk Ryder n***as at? With the funk in the trunk Let 'em hear that BASS Thugs n***a wanna feel that BASS All the ladies go crazy when they hear that BASS