Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Better Than I Can Tell You, artist - Baby Bash. Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Better Than I Can Tell You |
| Yeah yeah |
| I’m a spit some of this real game |
| Some real shit |
| Some real talk |
| Na, na |
| Whoa-oh |
| Whoa |
| Check my watch |
| Check my chain |
| It’s simple and plain, the Chevy with the blew out brains |
| As I |
| Bounce and mash |
| Count this cash |
| Floss and flash |
| Cop, then blow a zip with Bash |
| Since everything is big in Texas, then |
| Where’s the zag’s |
| I’m a cross the finish line, tell me |
| Where’s the flags |
| Brought my |
| Rag top, should’ve brought the Jag |
| On the beach, me and Beesh, look at all this ass |
| I can |
| Tell you stories, but can show you cash |
| Give you |
| Game and secrets that I know you’ll pass |
| To the next player hater |
| And he’ll break like glass |
| Now I got a bunch of people digging' through my pads |
| So I |
| Choose to floss, cous', who’s the boss |
| Let’s ink it |
| It’s Richie Rich, for those who thought |
| Re-think it |
| Some yell it, tell it, I blow it, smoke it, and smell it |
| And spend tokens with my people who sell it |
| What |
| Chorus: Russell Lee |
| I can show you better than I can tell ya |
| Tell ya |
| I can show you better than I can tell ya |
| Tell ya |
| I can show you better than I can tell ya |
| Whoa, yeah |
| But it’s really nothin' though (But it’s really nothin' though) |
| But it’s really nothin' though (But it’s really nothin' though) |
| I could show you |
| Somethin' dirty deep up in them corners, mayne |
| What the deal |
| I could bend the block and make it hotter than a Forman grill |
| I got the keys to the Chevy Caprice |
| I can show you motherfucker snitchin', straight to Belize |
| Now that’s low |
| Fa sho conspiracy and parole |
| I could show you real cats doin' time over a ho |
| I could show you poor and happy, or rich ones who lose they mind |
| I can show you dame pieces in school fashion design |
| I could show you street lights and Heartbreak Hotels |
| I could show you, young cats, gettin' popped with yayo |
| Down to do, what I gotta do, to satisfy the man in me |
| And from the looks of thangs, the popos ain’t understandin' me |
| The original digital scale reader |
| The pedigree player who be stackin' his Velveeta |
| I could show you boss stuntin' so fuckin' disgustin' |
| I could show you rappers frontin', but mayne |
| It’s really nothin' |
| Repeat Chorus |
| I could show you |
| I could reach you and teach you |
| I know you and where you comin' from, I understand it |
| This been goin' on forever, dawg, it’s no end |
| Life is like a |
| Bullet in your back from a close friend |
| Disappointing, to the point |
| Where I’m runnin' by myself |
| Never knowin' where I’m goin', start to wonder myself (Yeah) |
| Money was a necessity, my greed got the best of me (Got the best of me) |
| You think you smokin' Uncle B, who got the recipe |
| I’m saying it’s nothin' |
| I say it sincerely |
| And speakin' clearly |
| I’d rather you respect me than fear me |
| I came a long way, and still, I got a while to go |
| You probably thinkin' to yourself |
| What’s he smilin' for? |
| My dawg Bash about to be platinum, doin' his thang |
| So if you hate him for it, boy, you fakin' and know it |
| We takin' this money |
| Big bundles of bills |
| I’m like a whole another person when it come to this scrill |
| Repeat Chorus Twice |