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rapper big pooh - plastic cups lyrics

[intro: rapper big pooh]
yeah! rapper! joe scudda! chaundon! yo! uh! uh!

[verse 1: rapper big pooh]
yo, i flow liquid, poobie been gifted
wrote it in my manual watch how i shift it
no breaks, two takes at the max
heavy on facts got me cruisin at a slow speed
haters watch from afar and catch nose bleeds
or do some big syke sh-t like have your car keys
a bad seed tryin to do good
n-gg-s can’t cause they too hood, i’m too nice!
i’m steady rollin like two dice
you now starrin at a fresh slice, for my old man
rapper tryin to touch old grams
put a couple on the stand keep my people out of prison
they praise me faithfully no religion
i thank god everyday what’s he’s givin
i’m livin, no glamourous life
ain’t n-body sayin, “yeah rapper, you do that light! ”
i do this right! you lookin at the sun
or you lookin at the one and the rest is flash lights
somebody tell these p-ssy n-gg-s good night
i’m like a pair of stretch jeans homey – extra tight!
get it right or get it right where you stand
i say i’m on the mission my n-gg- i’m not playin!
shoutout to ronnie j what’s up

[chorus: in tune to j dilla’s “love movin'”]
we keep it ghet-to with the plastic cups
i keep it ghet-to with the plastic cups
real ghet-to with the plastic cups
we keep it ghet-to with the plastic cups
r.i.p. dilla dog n-gg- that’s w-ssup!

[verse 2: joe scudda]
(j-o) aiyyo, dirty crib, dirty car, dirty clothes
got bent, spent nights with dirty hoes
smoke weed, eat food off a dirty dish
my p.o. said, “joe, you got dirty p-ss”
i’m nervous, a hundred and twenty hours of service
for the community, yo where’s the immunity?
but it beats jail time, i can’t do cell time
my man p-ssed his test, how i failed mine?
good -ss lawyers and the money to pay it
f-ck a b-tch–ss court-appointed, the state coulda say it
he ain’t pick up the phone, even left me a loan
f-ck i need you for? ! i can do bad on my own
got me pickin up trash, my whole summer is gone
seventeen years old, man i
shoulda been home
instead of out doin dumb sh-t, i wanna do fun sh-t
go to house parties with the cats that i run with
get drunk, smoke weed, party and p-ss out
sleep in late instead of takin the trash out
workin for free, i need to work with a fee
this community service sh-t just ain’t workin for me

[chorus: in tune to j dilla’s “love movin'”]
uh, i keep it ghet-to with the plastic cups
we keep it ghet-to with the plastic cups
real ghet-to with the plastic cups
r.i.p. richard pryor nigaa that’s w-ssup!

[verse 3: chaundon]
uh – bronx b-mbleton, carolina hurricane
word is he’s the next sh-t, yeah i heard the same
{? } the beat, certifiedthe murder game
most wanted mc, n-gg-s know the name
ghetto celeb, the broad on my arm
bottle of dom, light the block up then i’m gone
chaundon! – the muh’f-ckin voice of the street
j dilla still with us, ressurected through beats
poster boy the success, the face of b-x
soul of new york, won’t expect anything less
still walk with a diddy bop, through any city block
flash a smile to a pretty young thing that make her kitty hot
pardon me y’all, i’m blessed with the charm
surrounded by chicks as if i’m on the birdu farm
i get it on! make no mistake, there’s only one
chaundon, boogie down’s in the house and i’m done!

[outro: rapper big pooh]
i had a dream bout my man last night…
and he said, my n-gg- big dho, that’s w-ssup
to my man jacee, that’s w-ssup
to my main man khrysis, that’s w-ssup
to my n-gg- don cannon, that’s w-ssup
to my man phonte, that’s w-ssup
to dj sense, that’s w-ssup
to my n-gg- chaundon, that’s w-ssup
to dj drama, that’s w-ssup
to my homegirl jenise, that’s w-ssup
to my man joe scudda, that’s w-ssup
to my homeboy ness, that’s w-ssup
to my man fat dame, that’s w-ssup, uh-ha!
willie the kid, that’s w-ssup
to my dj flash, that’s
w-ssup
uh, dj jamad, that’s w-ssup
to my man ox banger, that’s w-ssup
uh, amanda diva, that’s w-ssup
to my man bun b, that’s w-ssup
to my n-gg- rhymefest, that’s w-ssup
to my man b-mpy knuckles, that’s w-ssup
to my man premo, that’s w-ssup
to my man pete rock, that’s w-ssup
to my man grapp lover, that’s w-ssup
to my main man nottz, that’s w-ssup
yeah, we keep it ghet-to with the plastic cups
we keep it ghet-to with the plastic cups
real ghet-to with the plastic cups
uh, yeah, that’s w-ssup!

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