shock g - weesom hustlas lyrics
[verse 1: shock g & money b]
knick-knack paddy whack, give a groupie a bone
then after that i give a cab fare home
i can’t stop, i guess i’m not finished yet
you say i’m not the shockman, y’all don’t know me yet
the piano player rapper from the digital set
put the satin on your girl then i get her all wet
she’s intrigued by the way that i do my thing
(do what thing?)
i touch her organ with a chord and make her sing
i have the capability to mack it well
relax, put it all on a b-tch to get thrilled
(mun keeps on givin’)
i’m never giving ‘em s? smack me? imagine that
i get goosebumps when the b-ssline thumps
then i’m serving them raw, no publicity stunts
i consider myself better than average
yo, i rock the mic, but only for cabbage
[hook]
cause weesome hustlas
[verse 2: humpty hump, shock g, money b, shock g & money b]
i need a subway sandwich, yes, i want the pan switched
i saw you dig in but you didn’t wash your hand, b-tch
you gettin’ a five piece, son, you think your dad’s rich?
fast food generation, grease doing damage
emcees, you’re not 2pac
you look tired, go back to selling rocks
‘cause in the end, do you care about the nameless?
‘cause if not, you just a wannabe famous
i’m from the o.a.k and the golden state
making moves like chess, n-ggas be a mess we of west
cause young bucks might won up
for the come up, put two and you sum up
but nevertheless i’m so v.i.p
to those that’s on the way, you can’t f-ck with me
cause m.b stand from mack a b-tch boppa
and the capital m capital o, n-e-y
not let your chick choose, you can’t stop her
no need to get ill, n-ggas a bust-up your grill
there’s two things to check out, the words we sayin’
plus listen to the mp player, the remake
original by erick sermon and the parasmith slow flow got the spot burning
emcees, let me show you how you sound
look at the money that i’m holding down
i’m rich, i’m rich, mtv i give you credit
we keep it up in bet and safely get it
[hook]
cause weesome hustlas
[chorus]
get down, get down
rounds keep on weepin’
get down, get down
we gettin’ down
(ta ta ra ta ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra
get down
ta ta ra ta ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra)
get down, get down
this clowns keep on trippin’ (trippin’)
get down, get down
(get down)
we gettin’ down
(ta ta ra ta ra ra ra
ta ta ra ta ra ra ra
ta ta ra ta ra ra ra ra ra ra ra ra)
[verse 3: money b, shock g, humpty hump]
praying like a prey when the fox in action
i’m in the club time to make it happen
camouflage give her more, my cap is off (mh)
plus i be talkin’ dirty after dark
my eyes close like steve austin, you sittin’ with a square
i can’t let you do it, naw, that ain’t fair
so i turns up my pimpin’, then pop my collar
slide up on the wheezy, say “hmm i got him”
by now emcees you should be noddin’ your head
my flow is hungry ‘cause it hadn’t been fed
the process of my graduation was quite simple
started out as a black head where popped like a pimple
got the head like lettuce, let her toss my salad
had to block the kisses ‘cause her breath was invalid
but humpty, stands for cold party doctor
the capital h, capital u, capital m-p-t-y no doubt
the chief party, rock party
the a.k.a
(capital a, capital k, capital s, k, a
capital g…capital d…u…the digital underground)
you said you see me talkin’ on vh1
about that one bright fella and how it all begun
now that you know, you need to come bust one
get up in the show, help us get it crunk sod, you can follow me fellow, every move that i make
i’m strong, i’m peaceful, i’m fed, i don’t flake
so ring the alarm ‘cause that what’s really goin’ on
and here’s my business card busyshockg.com
m-o-n-e-y b the thrilla in manilla
a.k.a absolut ‘n cran chiller
money b is drunk, baby let’s get it cronkin’
i beat it up like you owe me somethin’
when i walk through the crowd, i see chicks grinning
i hear voices sayin’ that‘s m-o-n
and not only from the women but from the bros
but n-gga, i’m trynna f-ck with these hoes
when i’m up the in club, you’ll notice one thing
i got bounce, no static no bling
i’m like the bounty hunter
the hooker picker upper
tell you up front the judge is gonna be a sucker
like attica we ain’t trynna be in it
but if the beat got heat dialect might spin it
d’s been cashin’ them checks from doing shows
until there’s no dough left
‘cause weesome hustlas!
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