Pastor Troy - Help Me Rhonda Lyrics
Pastor troy:Kd had called and gave me the wordSaid this nigga had ten birds, in augusta for the weekFrom the islandsAs soon as k told me this shit, I started smilingCause all I could see was money pilingShit, on top of moneyNow, ? ? ? with the money for the week, and chesapeakeThe heat made my nigga take a breakIf I could catch all 10 of them *****es, and I dont look suspiciousIma sell the *****ing quart for the ? ? the ha haAs I told k bye bye, he shot me adviceIf you gone do it nigga do it nigga, ***** thinking twiceThis is ya nigga for lifeGo fight em fire for fireHit my hip when you finish said his calling card expiredHung up the phone, contemplating on who help me do itTheres kia and jessica and then rhonda truittNow jessica to stupid and kia lie to much,I guess Ill take rhonda, cause rhonda dont give a *****But first I got to pump her upIm give her what, 10 gsTell her if she really love me she would do this for meEternally well be together for better or for worseBut first we got to take these niggas to the hearseBurst in they shit, get the bricks come back outIm be waiting in the chevy, you know Im ready to take em outIf they front cha baby, come on, we make it we richCome on, shit, rhonda, my down ass *****Chorus: <help me rhonda, help help me rhonda (in background)Im the realist *****Im mo realer than reality***** that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty<repeat 4x>Well Im the realist *****Im mo realer than reality (well uh huh)***** that dumb shit (uh huh)It take nothing to a casualty (what)Fbi be after me, quareter ki in my womanly (uh huh)Coming back from st. croixFirst lady to pastor troy (well come on)Even Im a georgia boy, cause boy Im ready jack (well uh huh)All you got to say is where them ***** niggas hangin at (well uh huh)Drop it like a maniac (uh huh)Set it off by myself (well uh huh)***** them ***** mother*****ers and who ever elsePastor troy:Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more living singleIll be ready to tie the knot after we lick them for them blocksGrab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on bustinThen Im gone bust in cusin and leave his punk ass fa nothingNow whats in store for you is 10 gs(thats enough for me, I dont give a fat *****Whats the *****ing hold up? )About this time I saw a truck, to a familiarK had said them mother*****ers had a truck similiarPassengers are him and her, playing some reggae shitTwo a.k.s, me and my *****, one false move we gone spitGuess the driver thank he slick, dred head mother*****erGuess he most be know my *****, rhonda watch them mother*****ersThat owe em money, that what, with k.d. & chesapeakeHeard that when he spoke with me and now her folk wanna smoke meIf he had the keys all I can do now is wonderBut for now me and rhonda filling em up with the thunderChorus: (repeat 4x)
