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: 31.12.2004
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 |