Webbie - Retarded Lyrics:
I`m stackin`, rappin` but if I just so happen was it
I probably would be posted up thugin`, sellin` crack are somethin`
I had to leave it alone `cause the rats are something
Look like my return won`t be long the streets keep asking for me
Young savage on the mound game ova now
I`m in Houston and a town where`s the muthaf**kin` crown
And now I don`t have no f**kin` friends, I`m solo now
Put my trust and my mack 10 bitch don`t let me down
Collaborate, just f**k wit them that`s makin` me sick
Sbroil bitches don`t want share, so I`m taking dis s**t
I`m a 110 street cat and had my back against tha hope
No money, no love, just tears, weed, blood, and hoes
I`m like slim, these ni**as don`t feel my pain
A ninty-nine problems and but a bitch ain`t one
Ghetto stories, gangsta music, thank big labels ain`t come
S**t`d we just trying see which one
I`m so retarded
And I`m gon` all hard and
My game muthaf**kin` bitch ni**as, brains up
And I`m just getting started
They hate to see a ni**a ballin`
They rather see a ni**a coughin`
But rap money, street money, I`mma see money
Bitch ni**a regarded
If the s**t ain`t funny den I can`t grin
And if it don`t make money it don`t make sense
If you really ain`t `bout nothing
You better zip your lips `cause around here stuntin` ni**a emp yo clip
My grand so ridickuless, you can call me da clips
And I slap all my bitches you can call me a pimp
I`m like the hood candy lady, I got them chips
I got hoes wit J.Lo faces and Beyonce hips
2 home boys doin` 7 can`t wait till da touch
So many people up in heaven dat I miss so much
Vest up wit my chest and stomach not `cause I`m scared
But no they coming I hope they don`t shoot for my head
I`m so retarded
And I`m gon` all hard and
My game muthaf**kin` bitch ni**as, brains up
And I`m just getting started
They hate to see a ni**a ballin`
They rather see a ni**a coughin`
But rap money, street money, I`mma see money
Bitch ni**a regarded
18 riding lacks ni**a, How you hate dat?
Do it big bad bitch give me dat shake back ni**a
Y`all ain`t got do s**t just leave it to me
Push record for yo boy and lay back and kick up yo beat
Turn up da beat a pen paper give me one sheet
Put a bar code on it disrepute dis heat
I got tha biggest f**kin` bug buzzin` in dis streets
I know you heard a young savage Trill E N T
But you forgot `bout me thought I was gone where I`m gone go
I run dis muthaf**ker, I`m the spice in da gumbo
I`m `bout my f**kin` paper man dats all I f**kin` want more
You gone gets wats mine, oh no, you a dumb hoe
Still good, still can get you rite on da down low
It never snow in Baton Rouge, I`m da ni**a wit da snow
To let y`all ni**as do y`all thang so I hope y`all been gettin` it
Wat up playa, I`m da new mayor of da city ni**a
I`m so retarded
And I`m gon` all hard and
My game muthaf**kin` bitch ni**as, brains up
And I`m just getting started
They hate to see a ni**a ballin`
They rather see a ni**a coughin`
But rap money, street money, I`mma see money
Bitch ni**a regarded
I probably would be posted up thugin`, sellin` crack are somethin`
I had to leave it alone `cause the rats are something
Look like my return won`t be long the streets keep asking for me
Young savage on the mound game ova now
I`m in Houston and a town where`s the muthaf**kin` crown
And now I don`t have no f**kin` friends, I`m solo now
Put my trust and my mack 10 bitch don`t let me down
Collaborate, just f**k wit them that`s makin` me sick
Sbroil bitches don`t want share, so I`m taking dis s**t
I`m a 110 street cat and had my back against tha hope
No money, no love, just tears, weed, blood, and hoes
I`m like slim, these ni**as don`t feel my pain
A ninty-nine problems and but a bitch ain`t one
Ghetto stories, gangsta music, thank big labels ain`t come
S**t`d we just trying see which one
I`m so retarded
And I`m gon` all hard and
My game muthaf**kin` bitch ni**as, brains up
And I`m just getting started
They hate to see a ni**a ballin`
They rather see a ni**a coughin`
But rap money, street money, I`mma see money
Bitch ni**a regarded
If the s**t ain`t funny den I can`t grin
And if it don`t make money it don`t make sense
If you really ain`t `bout nothing
You better zip your lips `cause around here stuntin` ni**a emp yo clip
My grand so ridickuless, you can call me da clips
And I slap all my bitches you can call me a pimp
I`m like the hood candy lady, I got them chips
I got hoes wit J.Lo faces and Beyonce hips
2 home boys doin` 7 can`t wait till da touch
So many people up in heaven dat I miss so much
Vest up wit my chest and stomach not `cause I`m scared
But no they coming I hope they don`t shoot for my head
I`m so retarded
And I`m gon` all hard and
My game muthaf**kin` bitch ni**as, brains up
And I`m just getting started
They hate to see a ni**a ballin`
They rather see a ni**a coughin`
But rap money, street money, I`mma see money
Bitch ni**a regarded
18 riding lacks ni**a, How you hate dat?
Do it big bad bitch give me dat shake back ni**a
Y`all ain`t got do s**t just leave it to me
Push record for yo boy and lay back and kick up yo beat
Turn up da beat a pen paper give me one sheet
Put a bar code on it disrepute dis heat
I got tha biggest f**kin` bug buzzin` in dis streets
I know you heard a young savage Trill E N T
But you forgot `bout me thought I was gone where I`m gone go
I run dis muthaf**ker, I`m the spice in da gumbo
I`m `bout my f**kin` paper man dats all I f**kin` want more
You gone gets wats mine, oh no, you a dumb hoe
Still good, still can get you rite on da down low
It never snow in Baton Rouge, I`m da ni**a wit da snow
To let y`all ni**as do y`all thang so I hope y`all been gettin` it
Wat up playa, I`m da new mayor of da city ni**a
I`m so retarded
And I`m gon` all hard and
My game muthaf**kin` bitch ni**as, brains up
And I`m just getting started
They hate to see a ni**a ballin`
They rather see a ni**a coughin`
But rap money, street money, I`mma see money
Bitch ni**a regarded