You tell me that you make music
Pardon me while I snigga
All I hear is bitch and ho
And here and there a nigga.
You tell me that you make music
Go tell that to yo' motha
When you sing I try my best
To get one word in ten, brotha.
You tell me that you make music
Betta and even bigga
With pimpmobile and bling you do your thing
Flash plus cash gets gash, you figga.
Gangsta, bro, sistah, ho
One finga on the trigga -
How many times you been shot so far?
Can bullets go even deepa?
Fo' shizzle you da man
Make albums one afta otha
Blow da cash on booze and drugs
And call yo' rival a big motha.
Maybe yo' momma thinks you sing
Gimme reggae or rock or pop or otha
Hip-hop listening's too much strain
For my brain to botha.
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