The Regime - Why Ask Why Lyrics
(Verse 1)I used to give 44 P, CCACHad a mule moving packs over to DCMy connect needing fast need some extra cheeseI got stuck with some grass and it ain’t even greenBut I got peeps down south that would take ‘em off my handsGot ‘em for the food, sold ‘em for the grandPimping on the low, once I met the manAt first I had no clue but now I got a planGot a solid team, a bunch of solid killersGot a job for the years that actually set the skrillaYou know the rules, ain’t no speaking unless you spoken toIf you a boss nigga, do what bosses doI stay pushing it baby, call salt and pepperI tax on the mammals fast and I got frecklesI move past of you hoes and send ‘em past to riverI got basketball balls call shots like Dark Rivers(Hook)The regime I got this rap game put on lockWhy ask whyDon’t you ask me no questions and I won’t tell no lies(Won’t tell no lies)Getting money our hussle about to doAnd dont give a damn about whatever happen to youWe getting wild (x6)(Verse 2)As time blown the bright and the pile recks his boilI’m down south in H town with that Texas oilI’m in that black coat by a thing 4 on 4This one to go I got enough to make georgia snowGot kush for the 6 and bricks for 2724/7 counting money like we’re in the recessionLead the weapon on my nigga it’s pitching and catchingI’m stretching thickens while I’m gripping that snitch and the west endFrom Oakland to Cleveland, from Cleveland to AclandI’m sending a package then collecting the cabbageTouch down home run what’s the bad navage*****ing models with the fattest asses out in cali batchesVacuum ceiling then I send the power downThey go for 50 out of town, gotta lock it downYoung town it’s 2 thous’ for the Bobby BrownRunning break nigga I got papi in the lobby now(Hook)The regime I got this rap game put on lockWhy ask whyDon’t you ask me no questions and I won’t tell no lies(Won’t tell no lies)Getting money our what’s about to doAnd dont give a damn about whatever happen to youWe getting wild (x6)(Verse 3)I got that cake, and that blue flakesGo order up in that paintThat super duper sugar will leave you with buggers awayHave you bleeding from the nose like it’s pulp fictionBut I’m Scarface I’m good fella but a rad guySay hi better do or dieI ride but it’s time to rideDon’t call me for bullshit I still might go , fluid inRegime, changing the range I’m insaneWhen it comes to getting paper I’m getting that membraneDamn thing changed , but still mobbin, no robbinStrictly with the business my nigga I’m with the poppinAnd it’s more than a few of them things than a nigga coppinAnd a 6 5 , 6 lash things some drop yea(Verse 4)Remember me I’m the nigga knocking at your doorNo sky mask just some gucci’s and my 44?sShake it like a pit, now show me what I came forTalking shit like a ***** hold tight on the floorLife with no scoops , pisces with no doughChop and let the barrel smoke, no hesitation let ‘em goSwitch cheese your 4 door like I’m going postalBottom line mother*****er I would toast youSharp it up in the coop, D boy in the soupRock star mojo host, think I’m pimpin like DrewChrome spin and slide through, like a Ice cubeCounting money all day my nigga what you about to doThe regime I got this rap game put on lock
