Lyrics Fake Neptune - Sean Price, Sean Price feat. Buckshot, Steele, Louieville

Fake Neptune

R-U-C too hard for me
Pa you see you hardly me
Disrespect anyone, no pardon me
Any time you set it off, you can start with me
R-U-C too hard for me
Pa you see you hardly me
Disrespect anyone, no pardon me
Any time you set it off, you can start with me
Yo, yo, yo
Meanwhile, nigga, back at the ranch
Smokin' a spliff with this bitch tryin' unfasten her pants
P, off with the blouse, and off with the kangol
Victoria Secret, bitch, Caribbean mango
Her favorite song on Nocturnal, was Brainz Blo
Pull down my pants so she can let the brains blow
Heh, I had to find that funny
Lost my wallet, gotta find my money, bitch
How you gonna shit on me?
After I let you shit on me, freaky deaky
Nowadays I had it up to here
Don’t make me fuck around and cut you here, listen
All things Sean Price, four wings, fried rice
Nigga, duck sauce, who the fuck the boss?
Yo, ask me no questions, I tell you no lie
Unless the, judge is wack and the jury is jive
Uh, old school style, Furious Five
Get my man Grandmaster Caz, to snuff yo' ass
On a, world tour with Muhammad my man
In a piece of shit truck smelling like vomit and ham
Now when the coochie smell bad but the shorty look good
What the fuck a nigga supposed to say?
Tell me if I like to do a little rap, but money don’t stack
Tell me how a nigga supposed to get paid
Wait a minute, now you mean to tell me, I’m stuck in this shit
Rappers either bending over, or riding dicks
Check 'em, down and dirty niggas stuck in the ditch
Gorillas in the mist, tuckin' a fifth, oh
It’s like a, switch from Crys' to malt liquor and
Colt 45 on the hittin' hand sittin'
If you can’t stand the heat, get out the kitchen
It’s either you wit' it or you all around bitching
Pop pop, what happened to that boy?
He got popped, got rocked by a real McCoy
I was fucking his broad, she was filled with joy
She said, «Let's go half on a girl or boy»
I said, «Not me the cock be have you talking crazy
You cool and all but I pass, baby baby»
To all my Queensmen and Brookmen
Crookmen, if you ever looked out, then good looking
A nigga pray that we stay away from the bookings
'Cause, any kid get locked up, to another Brooklyn
Avenues and streets, boulevards I creep
Until every fucking dollar bill meet, yo
R-U-C too hard for me
Pa you see you hardly me
Disrespect anyone, no pardon me
Any time you set it off, you can start with me
R-U-C too hard for me
Pa you see you hardly me
Disrespect anyone, no pardon me
Any time you set it off, you can start with me
Yo, a lotta niggas rhyme, some of y’all nice
Some sound the same, but not Sean Price (P)
The O.D.B.
of the B.C.C
I’m David, Ruffin, save it it’s nothing, no
Need for acceptance, no need for applause
All you need is the gauze, when you bleeding of course
Of course, I ain’t playin' no more
Fuck holding back, fuck I’m saving it for?
Get busy, bisexual burners, both ways with the biscuit
Hit, niggas and bitches, and occasionally infants
Yo, save it man
Tricks are for kids, bitch, David Blaine
R-U-C too hard for me
Pa you see you hardly me
Disrespect anyone, no pardon me
Any time you set it off, you can start with me
R-U-C too hard for me
Pa you see you hardly me
Disrespect anyone, no pardon me
Any time you set it off, you can start with me