B.G. - Niggas Don't Understand Lyrics
Big tymers:Fa sho...this for my homie k.c.That just did ten in tha penBout to spit this game for ya foolChorus: [b.g. & big tymers]These niggas dont understand that he tha man(and on the downlow Im still sellin birds they tell me that)These niggas dont understand that he tha man(and on the downlow Im still sellin birds they tell me that)First verse [baby]I need me a lick, to come up on a hundred gs(how b? )Movin these *****in kees(where b? )Run em in that u.p.t.(and who gone run em? )Tha brotha and my b.g.[b.g.]You gotta beat em(that nigga is my lady)Four golds and Im out there baby[baby]I hit my safe for a hundred and fifty gs(why nigga? )Orderin for 20 kees(street value? )Two hundred and fifty gs(and whats yo profit? )A lick for a hundred gs[b.g.]My people, baby, bout to bring us some heavy snow whiteMama told me ima have to go on that all night flight***** breakin two hundred Im breakin q.bsZiplocem up and send em to that u.p.t.Never seen a triple beam and so much yayOn his porch stairs, nothin but mailOne hundred gs with ease now thats no big dramaI keep packin shit to keep icin lil mamaToo many kees bringin rats and gats and cadillacsBut through thick and thin, v.l. got my backChorusSecond verse: [baby]*****in break these kees down to quarter keesLet vamp run em all in the third ward u.p.t.K.c. drop this load on my b.g.(tear da kee)Bring me back nigga a hundred gsNigga get yo shit(nigga I got my shit)Ready to ***** yo shit?(Im ready to pop my shit)[b.g.]Ima take yo breath, introduce you to deathWhen you get to hell, tell em I can follow your mapTired of flippin these hustlas, I wanna flip some gsSo whats up wit baby?(graduated from kees)We gone make this shit happen, we gone flood em out uptownAnd we gone bring and sprinkle a bit downtownWe ride lexus with interos, momos or camerosSlim got the coke in a wayside barrel for 22-5(got the kees for 11-5)Come to the b.g. I might do it for a even 5Nigga I ball and people dont know it, cuz I dont show itThe only way to find out is if you come and score itCuz I dont stop with no hoe or no showI wear my polo, and get a bucket and keep it on the downlowChorusThird verse [manny]:Never out her, money and the powderNigga move the shit from uptown to crowderWho got the sprinkle to make yo ass wrinkle?Dope fiends and o.gs bout to take a tangoChickens in a bucket supreme, young hoes dreamCash rules everything in town, know what I mean?Snowin like alaska, wanted in nebraska***** tryed to testify I straight blast herKs and the ammo, modern-day ramboGot a glock some woks and a gram hoeGot a mazerati bumpin like jon gottiRed beams on the scene leave a bloody bodyI got this shit locked upManny fresh the special man a.k.a. big nuttsChorus
