Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Niggas Don't Understand, artist - B.G.. Album song Chopper City, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.11.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Niggas Don't Understand |
Big Tymers: |
Fa sho… this for my homie K.C. |
That just did ten in tha pen |
Bout to spit this game for ya fool |
Chorus: |
These niggas don’t understand that he tha man |
(And on the downlow I’m still sellin’birds they tell me that) |
These niggas don’t understand that he tha man |
(And on the downlow I’m still sellin’birds they tell me that) |
First Verse |
I need me a lick, to come up on a hundred G’s |
(How B?) |
Movin’these fuckin’kees |
(Where B?) |
Run em’in that U.P.T. |
(And who gone run em?) |
Tha brotha and my B.G. |
You gotta beat em |
(That nigga is my lady) |
Four golds and I’m out there baby |
I hit my safe for a hundred and fifty G’s |
(Why nigga?) |
Orderin’for 20 kees |
(Street value?) |
Two hundred and fifty G’s |
(And what’s yo profit?) |
A lick for a hundred G’s |
My people, Baby, bout to bring us some heavy Snow white |
Mama told me I’ma have to go on that all night flight |
Fuck breakin’two hundred I’m breakin’Q.B's |
Ziploc’em up and send em to that U.P.T. |
Never seen a triple beam and so much yay |
On his porch stairs, nothin’but mail |
One hundred G’s with ease now that’s no big drama |
I keep packin’shit to keep icin’lil’Mama |
Too many kees bringin’rats and gats and cadillacs |
But through thick and thin, V.L. |
got my back |
Second Verse: |
Fuckin’break these kees down to quarter kees |
Let V&run em all in the Third Ward U.P.T. |
K.C. |
drop this load on my B.G. |
(Tear da kee) |
Bring me back nigga a hundred G’s |
Nigga get yo shit |
(Nigga I got my shit) |
Ready to cock yo shit? |
(I'm ready to pop my shit) |
I’ma take yo breath, introduce you to death |
When you get to Hell, tell em I can follow your map |
Tired of flippin’these hustlas, I wanna flip some G’s |
So what’s up wit Baby? |
(Graduated from kees) |
We gone make this shit happen, we gone flood em out Uptown |
And we gone bring and sprinkle a bit downtown |
We ride Lexus with interos, MoMos or Cameros |
Slim got the coke in a wayside barrel for 22−5 |
(Got the kees for 11−5) |
Come to the B.G. |
I might do it for a even 5 |
Nigga I ball and people don’t know it, Cuz I don’t show it The only way to find out is if you come and score it Cuz I don’t stop with no hoe or no show |
I wear my polo, and get a bucket and keep it on the downlow |
Third Verse: |
Never out her, money and the powder |
Nigga move the shit from Uptown to Crowder |
Who got the sprinkle to make yo ass wrinkle? |
Dope fiends and O. G's bout to take a tango |
Chickens in a bucket supreme, young hoes dream |
Cash rules everything in town, know what I mean? |
Snowin’like Alaska, wanted in Nebraska |
Bitch tryed to testify I straight blast her |
K’s and the ammo, modern-day Rambo |
Got a glock some woks and a gram hoe |
Got a Mazerati bumpin’like Jon Gotti |
Red beams on the scene leave a bloody body |
I got this shit locked up Manny Fresh the special man a.k.a. Big Nutts |