Rasheeda - Off Da Chain Lyrics
(feat. Jazzy Phae)[Hook: Jazzy Phae]Every time we hit the club the shit's off da chainBetter believe it shawtyI'm at the bar callin' yo nameSqueekin', big ballin', flossin'[Rasheeda]See me in the club nigga - iced outOr meet me at the bar shawty - let's ball outOhh you's a big money nigga - who goes all outWell let's do this damn thang till we - fall out[Rasheeda:]Niggaz say I'm too hype and hoes hate cause they flawThis number one rap ***** spittin' nothin' but the rawYou menstruatin', frustrated, keep yo most anticipatedFlossed out in the club while most of y'all fakin'Ain't no mistakin' how we do it so you gotta show me lovePop the bottle, crack the blunt and now we smokin' on a dubSassy *****, classy ***** might be on some pimp shitWhere my money nigga, no time for games you got's to dipCause I'm a regulator, original game playa***** a hoe, I'm Mrs. Captain Save A Nigga Day-aNigga playa, own stash off the ripMake my gun "Blocka-blocka" if a nigga tripCause I'm the regular, you ain't no competitorSo back up wack trick, you better duckRasheeda world and I take it how I give itThis unstoppable ***** don't talk it, she live it[Hook][Jazzy Phae:]This ice tray wrapped around my wrist - Look at me!Gettin' hi as hell, drunk as a ***** - Look at me!Man I'm feelin' like a million bucks - Look at me!Niggaz hatin' but I don't give a ***** - Please believe itI push a Jag 2-G sittin' on some O's (Sittin' on some O's)*****es be up on my dick like brand new clothes (Like brand new clothes)I wanna be seen with you up in the Pocono's (No)You'll be in the jeep takin' off yo clothes (Uh-huh)***** (Bi-atch!) make a nigga rich or somethin' (Rich or somethin')I don't give a ***** you ain't in my clique or nothin' (clique or nothin)I don't like to cake hoes, I break hoesIt's all about the peso's and I make thoseYou don't know about the hoes I tossYou don't know about the thangs I flossWelcome to the land where .44's explode on broke hoes[? ] I keep every ***** in broke mode[Hook][Rasheeda:]Got niggaz in my grill like - Whoa!Cause I rock a show the club outta Control!Boy you want the digits, I told him hell No!Cause you got the 4, I got the S-50-50!Quit the flow, don't even ask, then go on with itNasty attitude so you know you can't hit itJust forget it, I got my mind on my shineLabeled most hated ***** in 1999Now it's 2-G, got hoes scared to drop they shitI'll put my foot off in yo ass and I'll stomp that shitLock that shitHit the spot and rock that shitI'm on a mission and you wishin' you could stop my shitMy momma told me "Whatever you do, stack the dough"Don't ever fall behind no playa hatin' hoeAnd that's for sho', you got's to be the trillest of the trillRealest of the real, my nigga what the deal huh?[Hook x2]
