| If you ain’t got no dough
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| Then what you here for?
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| If you ain’t got no hoes
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| Then what you here for?
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| If you ain’t got no smoke
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| Then what you here for?
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| If you ain’t sittin on chrome
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| Keep it rollin, keep it movin
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| I’m here to get them sevens on twentys, more guns than cash
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| Blunts than hash, be glad I ain’t down to my last
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| I turn to a different person, face under the mask
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| Or either out on the grind or I’m up in some ass
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| Gettin them hoes, fuck that, I’m gettin that dough
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| And stackin it up, a nigga front, I’m slappin him up
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| Backin him up, beef ain’t no patchin it up
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| I’m clappin you up, while morticians wrappin you up
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| I’m laughin it up wit hoes that be happy to fuck
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| Packed in my truck, passin up a half of a dutch
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| I’m slappin they butts, can’t wait to get them back to the hut
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| I’m here for Other People Money nigga, that’s what’s up
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| O.E., Big High Scene, whatever you like
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| Old deal, slash by and competitive type
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| I’m better than Mike, the Jordans is up in the shelf
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| Next to a few rings and a couple of belts
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| Got a black widow chick, she be lovin me well
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| You could hate me, shit, cause I’m lovin myself
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| A glutton for wealth, these young niggas fuckin they health
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| All excited over pussy, like it’s somethin to sell
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| Yall dudes is geeks, yall really don’t influence the streets
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| The streets influence the slang that you fluently speak
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| Confusin to me, tryna be somethin your not
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| When them slugs pop you the one duckin them shots
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| I go hard like them youngins that be huggin the block
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| I go hard like Humphrey wit a glove and a Glock
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| I’m somethin ya not, quite frankly you could love it or not
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| Certified number one nigga up in your spot
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| A’yo remember Candy? |
| White too dope camry
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| Big booty wit the small panties
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| Used to smuggle yay' for the homie Randy
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| Got the plushed out crib off the water in Miami
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| She almost had me, I was gone off the fatty
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| In love wit the way she called me daddy
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| Had she, known about the city where I’m from
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| And I ain’t goin home til my bankrole’s done
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| Motherfucker’s think pimpins for fun
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| I ain’t done til my greenery’s weighin a ton
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| And we could smoke big weed, just lay in the sun
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| Hellafied when we ride, weed makin me buzz
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| Let’s hit the room right after the club
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| That’s what I’m here for |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Chu Here For, artist - Sticky Fingaz. Album song Decade...but Wait It Gets Worse, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп