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Gouda
Sick Wid It Records
BME
Warner Brothers
The Machinery Yee!
Oooh, look out pimp!
Heavy on the grindin' entertainment
Stovetop productions
Oooh, Hustlers are us
My game sharper than an elephant's tusk
Me myself at night the only that I can trust
Sleep with one eye open finger on the pistol clutch Ka ka ka!
I got my hands and everything, I'm real instrumental
I'm as real as they come and got no bitch potential
When I was comin' up there certain things we don't allow
Like long fingernails and me and arching the eyebrow
Here's another thing I don't condone and don't approve
How all of a sudden snitchin' became cool I dunno
I'm gamed up I be chewin' on this mack granite
OG Jay be stomped that laced that niggas posted never can
I brought the baddest broad in the whole facilitation
All by way of mouthpiece just by my manipulation
I can make it look like I'm at my best when I'm at my worst
Persuade the broad to put on the dress and break her for her purse
Ten wraps and a rubber band Gouda
Three or four more in my other hand Gouda
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty Gouda
Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty Chalupa
Gettin' money I'm a stunna, man Gouda
In a 'lac shootin' box like a hundred grand Gouda
Forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five Gouda
Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing? Chalupa
A day in the life on the soil in Caliscrillya
Take the wrong turn and these youngstas out here kill ya
Well I ain't concerned, they love us hustlas and dealers
They wanna tear our houses down so they can build some of my kids
Oooh, Just tryna get my point across
Where I'm from it's pandamonium and chaos
Where I'm from the lights is off, we use matches
Where I'm from we do it bare-faced instead of ski masks Ka ka ka!
Oooh, No more talking on them cells
I heard the federal went ahead and bought Nextel what?
Oooh, Over-crowded jails
They got us sleepin' in the gym instead of our own cells
Ooh, Put our yeti together
Me and my investors, we flippin' ten or better
I got some booty, got a little bit of cheddar
Mama now you got more killers than a peacock better
Gettin' money I'm a stunna man
With bitch like I do little whips about the stunna van
My ? she a runner man
Off top, i'ma boss, shoot a box full of rubber bands
Contraband, on the other hand
Big girls, big quips, turn around, roll center man
On the real, I'm a gentleman
Put the scrilla, I'm a killa, man, hit it like a little man
What you doin' with that?
From the scratch, we can load up the 'lac
A-1, we can bring that back
From day 1, we get them wraps
Big stacks from the back of the shack
Ayee, I buy the weed man
Hella turkey bags just to put my weed in
Ohhh, we gettin' chalupa
Wrapped cheese in a rubber band and call it gouda
Look out pimp! Ai-i-i-te! What it do!
We gettin' it, so whatchu need?
Gouda
Bay business, so whatchu need? Gouda
We gettin' it, so whatchu need? Gouda
Ice ?, so whatchu need? Chalupa
We gettin' it, so whatchu need?
Gouda
Bay business, so whatchu need? Gouda
We gettin' it, so whatchu need? Gouda
Sick Wid It, so whatchu need? Chalupa
We doin' way too much Gouda
We never watered down, we doin' way too much Gouda
And you don't wanna stunt with us Gouda
Hustlers are us, we doin' way too much
Chalupa
We doin' way too much Gouda
We never watered down, we doin' way too much Gouda
And you don't wanna stunt with us Gouda
Hustlers are us, we doin' way too much
Chalupa
The definition of gouda
What's the definition?
Chalupa, scrilla, scratch, paper, yaper
Capital the definition
Gouda means cheese, and cheese means yaper you square ass square butts
Biiiiiattchhhhh!
Let's get back to what we'se talkin' about earlier
What was we talkin' about earlier, pi-imp?
Hustlers...hustlers are us. Uh oh. Ahhh.
Look out Look out, pimp
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