Cut It Out

Pimp C, Sean P, Nelly

P.I. Yeah, aye, wussup 'cause, it's going down East side yeah, your boy sean p, nelly, pimp see, aye my paint too wet bitch, never pay my set bitch Blue and red make green, just cash the check bitch Went to the car lot, bought me a Vanquish Never trick my money in the club with a skank bitch Big shrimp on my plate, look like dolphins [dolphins] Pushin cookies in the soft ones I can do better, by myself, not bad Girl ate the whole thing if she call me Chad The reppas ain't settin up there, they mad Rappin like us gotta hit, but you a fag I'm a young country nigga, uncut like snow Make them young bloodz get down on the flo' Make them young niggas put candy on the let[?] You got clouds in them diamonds, take that monkey shit back 'cause, smokin high, throwin up, keep that lean off in my cut Smokin high, throwin up, keep that heat off in our truck [CHORUS] When I hit the parkin lot and the 5th wheel drop You know damn well, you don't wanna see me, all eyes on me When I'm fresh from the jeweler and it's sunny outside You know damn well, you don't wanna see me, all eyes on me When I'm freezed up, j'd[?] up, e'z in my k'z[???] You know damn well, you don't wanna see me all eyes on me From all the niggas that's trill to them niggas unreal You know damn well you don't wanna see me, uh-uh So quit it man, lil boy, cut it out, look here Quit it man, lil boy, cut it out, look here Quit it man, lil boy cut it out, go head No watch my fingers, lil boy, cut it out, hold up! I ain't choose yo chick, yo chick chose me I ain't gotta pick one, imma take alla these For every hundred you got, imma peel off three Hey, don't worry bout it lil boy, the bill on me Eight years now, you can call me a vet That money you got, call that a forth of my neck We don't call paint shiny, we call paint wet A duro strawberry colored coup, call that a mint Got a few rides already, got a few more to cop Got a blue one that's hard, got a black one that drop Got a buick that's green, the same color my snot Lil daddy, you ain't the shit, you might as well get off the pot That's some new st. louis shit, yeah that's funny But imma stick with the old, the new don't make enough money Do when I'm old, wipe me down When they dirty, wipe them down You think I showed my ass before Sit front row and watch me now! 'cause my grandmama hate it but my lil mama love [x2] [CHORUS] 28 inches sittin tall, it's ridiculous With a slow yellow bitch 'cause that's the type I kick it with Rydin with a stupid pack and a couple stupid cats They call us the goon squad So you know we stupid strapped Shuttin down the parkin lot We're doin the moonwalk I ain't stuntin' now hoe 'cause I'm tryin to blood talk I be where they work at, where niggas get merked at Her wish bread[?] where they mount it up and drop the purp at Can't you tell I'm hood rich You ain't from my hood bitch Don't you see the leather seats The way we grip the wood pimp Goin hard on it, while I signed on it Suppose to buy the hood, this is all grind money Poppin tangs on it, throwin grands on it Nelly grabbed the wheel and made the chevy dance on I'm a block star, ain't a phony nigga [naw, never!] A phone call a had em youngstas on on ya nigga So don't start no shit, won't be no shit[x2] [CHORUS]

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