Fake Neptune - Sean Price, Sean Price feat. Buckshot, Steele, Louieville

R-U-C too hard for me

Pa you see you hardly me

Disrespect anyone, no pardon me

Any time you set it off, you can start with me

R-U-C too hard for me

Pa you see you hardly me

Disrespect anyone, no pardon me

Any time you set it off, you can start with me

Yo, yo, yo

Meanwhile, nigga, back at the ranch

Smokin' a spliff with this bitch tryin' unfasten her pants

P, off with the blouse, and off with the kangol

Victoria Secret, bitch, Caribbean mango

Her favorite song on Nocturnal, was Brainz Blo

Pull down my pants so she can let the brains blow

Heh, I had to find that funny

Lost my wallet, gotta find my money, bitch

How you gonna shit on me?

After I let you shit on me, freaky deaky

Nowadays I had it up to here

Don’t make me fuck around and cut you here, listen

All things Sean Price, four wings, fried rice

Nigga, duck sauce, who the fuck the boss?

Yo, ask me no questions, I tell you no lie

Unless the, judge is wack and the jury is jive

Uh, old school style, Furious Five

Get my man Grandmaster Caz, to snuff yo' ass

On a, world tour with Muhammad my man

In a piece of shit truck smelling like vomit and ham

Now when the coochie smell bad but the shorty look good

What the fuck a nigga supposed to say?

Tell me if I like to do a little rap, but money don’t stack

Tell me how a nigga supposed to get paid

Wait a minute, now you mean to tell me, I’m stuck in this shit

Rappers either bending over, or riding dicks

Check 'em, down and dirty niggas stuck in the ditch

Gorillas in the mist, tuckin' a fifth, oh

It’s like a, switch from Crys' to malt liquor and

Colt 45 on the hittin' hand sittin'

If you can’t stand the heat, get out the kitchen

It’s either you wit' it or you all around bitching

Pop pop, what happened to that boy?

He got popped, got rocked by a real McCoy

I was fucking his broad, she was filled with joy

She said, «Let's go half on a girl or boy»

I said, «Not me the cock be have you talking crazy

You cool and all but I pass, baby baby»

To all my Queensmen and Brookmen

Crookmen, if you ever looked out, then good looking

A nigga pray that we stay away from the bookings

'Cause, any kid get locked up, to another Brooklyn

Avenues and streets, boulevards I creep

Until every fucking dollar bill meet, yo

R-U-C too hard for me

Pa you see you hardly me

Disrespect anyone, no pardon me

Any time you set it off, you can start with me

R-U-C too hard for me

Pa you see you hardly me

Disrespect anyone, no pardon me

Any time you set it off, you can start with me

Yo, a lotta niggas rhyme, some of y’all nice

Some sound the same, but not Sean Price (P)

The O.D.B.

of the B.C.C

I’m David, Ruffin, save it it’s nothing, no

Need for acceptance, no need for applause

All you need is the gauze, when you bleeding of course

Of course, I ain’t playin' no more

Fuck holding back, fuck I’m saving it for?

Get busy, bisexual burners, both ways with the biscuit

Hit, niggas and bitches, and occasionally infants

Yo, save it man

Tricks are for kids, bitch, David Blaine

R-U-C too hard for me

Pa you see you hardly me

Disrespect anyone, no pardon me

Any time you set it off, you can start with me

R-U-C too hard for me

Pa you see you hardly me

Disrespect anyone, no pardon me

Any time you set it off, you can start with me