*CHORUS: Too true- this brother is too true -you don't care for for me- well then fuck you! It only take a little bit- Texas will sho' nuff represent. I be that Futuristic, Funkalistic, Supercalifragilistic Ballin' ass nig sippn' Henn with the broke wrist. I did this shit before, now I come agian to bobb yo head again. You can be a hater, or you can be my friend. Gulf Coast family- all in the mix AGAIN.
*Verse : "I be that Futuristic, Funkalistic, Supercalifragilistic Ballin' ass nig sippn' Henn with the broke wrist. I did this shit before, it's time to come again. You can be a hater, or you can be my friend. Can't believe this shit, the way I go hard. All you fake ass nigas I'll pull ya hoe card. I'll jump in ya ride, pump some gay pride, have you running from the law, speeding through a red light. You thought it's all good, but not tonight. Gonna do a homicide make it look like suicide. This man wants to slip, his partner wanna slide, took em' to a Ho Jo should have seen they eyes. Hum the way they touched these thighs, did'nt know it would cost em' they very own life. Really thought they would get some. These Two stupid ass dogs with no damn condomns. So You say you want to stroke, well thats too bad especially if your ass is broke, get with the trash! I asked them for the cash. But when I did, these two thugs started to laugh. Now in my mind these words I spoke: "I know these two big space age punks aint broke" They got diamond cut links, A Jag with the woodgrains and some chrome dipped spokes- imports. Now this situation was blowin' my high, so I really can't cope, and besides with all of that noise that they spoke... I've done ran out of my dope. Plus one was thin and the other wasn't packin, and he favored Big Fat Joe man. So I'm reaching for my bag in case a true tenderoni like Harith has to blast. Cuz if a niga wants to fuck In my millinium, the dollars he makes Yes Queens I'm gettin them. Thats right Trade shit aint free, and that includes some tight ass from a kid like me. Besides the rents about due, better the pay bills before you buy them new Jordans fool. I can't stand to be broke- thats why I'm tricking with the boosters, and scheming for the fuckin' dough. Now back to these hoes that gave me this car ride after a show. These negroes changed they mind, and turned around to their house to relax and unwind. Well I don't mind, thier sound system played R. Kelly's bump and grind. So once again I asked for the skrilla, swearing to God : "I hope I aint got to kill these 2 nigas." They got undressed and took me by the hand, told me I was gonna take it just like a man, saw no money so I grabbed my bag...."BOOM-BOOOM-BOOOM on they bitch ass!!!!!" In they bedroom- yeah I had to get em'! They had no cash, but they wanted me to fukin' lick em! But I treated them Grand, took them to thier backyard and burried em' on they own land! Now lable me the son of Sam. I did'nt even give a Lone Star Texas-GOTDAMN!!!
I took some money out from one of they pockets, only 15 gotdamn funky ass dollars. Now you know I had to get away...jogged down the block and caught a cab off the freeway! Now who said that crime don't pay? Who say you aint gotta pay to lay. Who say Harith is a punk? Like Fat Pat I'll pop the trunk! Who say this thug trickin niga ain't gay. I'm not that Ice Cube, but yo have a GOOD DAY!"
*CHORUS: Too true- this brother is too true- you don't care for for me- well then fuck you! It only take a little bit- Texas will sho' nuff represent. I be that Futuristic, Funkalistic, Supercalifragilistic Ballin' ass nig sippn' Henn with the broke wrist. I did this shit before, now I come agian to bobb yo head again. You can be a hater, or you can be my friend. Gulf Coast family- all in the mix AGAIN. (repeat) FIN.