Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You A Genius , by - Master P. Release date: 19.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
You A Genius |
| Nigga turn a fo' to a half; |
| You a genius |
| From a eight-ball, a thousand grams; |
| You a genius |
| Put it on the stove, cook it up; |
| You a genius |
| Break it down, bag it up, distribute it; |
| You a genius |
| Sell weed on the porch, gettin paid; |
| You a genius |
| G-G-Got ki’s off the boat, street nigga; |
| You a genius |
| P-P-Put in on the stove, cook it up; |
| You a genius |
| Break it down, bag it up, distribute it; |
| You a genius |
| Ask Joey where that rock at |
| Lebron James couldn’t stop that |
| Posted up wit' my trill niggas, ain’t nobody got that |
| It’s soda pop and that water-water |
| Wal-Greens, sell any order |
| I’m a chemist on that stove, turn a soft eighth to a hard quarter |
| Livin like a nightmare |
| My rifle man be right there |
| I bubble up and I cook it up, I’m Einstein without the white hair |
| And I don’t need no recipe but this microwave be cookin |
| I had to check my bitch for using the same pot that I cook in |
| Then I gave the rock to Boz and he brought me back some paper |
| Courtney dropped me off a gun and said «Keep that for them haters» |
| This applied knowledge I got, it ain’t come from no book |
| If you make it out, you a genius; |
| If you get caught, you a crook |
| Nigga turn a fo' to a half; |
| You a genius |
| From a eight-ball, a thousand grams; |
| You a genius |
| Put it on the stove, cook it up; |
| You a genius |
| Break it down, bag it up, distribute it; |
| You a genius |
| Sell weed on the porch, gettin paid; |
| You a genius |
| G-G-Got ki’s off the boat, street nigga; |
| You a genius |
| P-P-Put in on the stove, cook it up; |
| You a genius |
| Break it down, bag it up, distribute it; |
| You a genius |
| Much more than I seen |
| Came up from a triple beam |
| I’m a young G, how I mack em out my whole team |
| Can’t speak too fluent |
| I can do anything if my mind put to it |
| No Limit Forever, don’t change 'til the grave |
| All my G’s influenced |
| All the change I pull |
| Laces down to the Louie V made bowls |
| Me and Benz on tour |
| Nigga here’s a million dollars in my roll |
| Turnin twenty-four, turnin fourty-eight |
| I’ma knock 'em out with it |
| Never use the phone when you ride around with it |
| Chance, stop em, tell 'em I did it |
| Really gettin money? |
| Y’all Barbie killers |
| Ask the boy, the Don; |
| Percy Miller |
| Nigga this money stacked to the ceiling |
| From all this crack and weed dealing |
| Haters ain’t any interference |
| Let 'em get to the money, that’s gon kill 'em |
| Planning my steps, watching my moves |
| All my G’s gon' feel him |
| Mob! |
| Nigga turn a fo' to a half; |
| You a genius |
| From a eight-ball, a thousand grams; |
| You a genius |
| Put it on the stove, cook it up; |
| You a genius |
| Break it down, bag it up, distribute it; |
| You a genius |
| Sell weed on the porch, gettin paid; |
| You a genius |
| G-G-Got ki’s off the boat, street nigga; |
| You a genius |
| P-P-Put in on the stove, cook it up; |
| You a genius |
| Break it down, bag it up, distribute it; |
| You a genius |
| If you could look at it, and don’t even need no scale |
| You a genius |
| If you could just cook that thang up, with the earl and shake it |
| You really a chemist, you a genius |
| But if you could clean ya dirty money up to good money and survive this crazy |
| shit |
| You a genius, ya feel me? |