Something Good

TELL ME SOMETHING GOOD One with a trigger two with a bat three big brothers, four want to square with me, so i guess a brother gotta throw tell em like this you better get up out my camp dude before I have to pull a gat and get real rude i dont figure that its worth getting hurt just 'cause your girl want to give me that skirt bet it feel funny when you doing 69 knowing that youre sipping all on my jimmy wine and when you get a kiss do you feel bad? knowing that you swallowed all the skeeter that i had? you want to step to me but i dont really think you should i shoulda shot you up instead i told you something good CHORUS ay yo! whats up with that bulge in yo khakis? you want to pack a gat but you still ain't got the pull to come and jack me you better bring a gang load of homies when you think you wanna throw 'cause by yourself you're running to the floor i seen yo kind before man youre nothing with yo hands more than a punk but still less than a man you talk alot of nothing when youre chilling with the ladies let me catch you by yourself, you're pushing up some daisies see crazy you wanna be but punks with no heart, they ain't hard they just waiting for bun to pull they card you better keep your weak self locked in your hood 'cause with your boys im a have to tell you something good CHORUS brothers nowadays got a habit that they really need to stop getting all shot over a girl that i done popped youneed to check your girlie 'fo she get in them psntd 'cause if you kneew like me you would drop her real fast but i dont trust her man because im scared of that disease 'cause she pa*sing out the skins like goverment cheese but not me player,cause Pimp C wanna live have you had your test? are you H-I-POSITIVE? but instead of getting checked you want to fight with me you need to check your blood and let somebody check your pee but if you dont step,ima drop on you fast and pop off bullets like government tags I didn't do your girl but your sister was alright took her to my homeboy's caddy last night she waxed my jimmy and then the little street tramp did me on a box of 10s and a pinewood amp i hit oit from the back and the girl just threw me told me pump it harder,and she scratched me on my booty CHORUS lets talk about these half and half punks by day they sorry bastards at night they talking about pooping trunks but a 25 cant keep you alive from a sawed off,fool so i hope you survive see bluffing might save you till one day but who's to say they won't catch you next week on the runaway you might shoot a few shots in the wind but the same time tomorrow, you'll be running again now can you keep it up every **** night? you steady running to the argument but running from a fight whats the deal man wont you take your raiders cap off? 'cause one of these days you're gonna get your head slapped off you cant keep a crew 'cause they sick and tired of seeing you bail like a punk and hit the backstreet trail and the women dont like you 'cause you act like them and that's why your little jimmy never went for a swim you talk about slangin' makin g's but i saw a fiend chase you from BJs up to Mickey Ds now everyday folks getting took either for they ride, they gold, or for that powder that they cook you bookin' from the scene 'cause you couldn't hold your own a 40 oz bottle slammed you dead into your dome now you want revenge so you get your automatic find a group of hardheads and started kicking static you pulled your little chrome but these fools got gats