That’s Whats Up

歌詞

Cold purple sprite Full of 'lean in my cup Yeah - that's what's up! Yeah - that's what's up! All the haters in the hood Make me wanna cock and bust Yeah - that's what's up! Yeah - that's what's up! I done made a lot of money Ain't to many that I trust Yeah - that's what's up! Yeah - that's what's up! But i'ma keep on hustlin' 'Til my body turn into dust Yeah - that's what's up! Yeah - that's what's up! I was born an raised a good old southern boy With money up on my mind Took a thought turned it into a rhyme And now I do this shit all the time Purple 'lean in my cup I'm throwin' a blunt of 'dro up in my mouth, and I feel pimps in forthly We the shit ya'll need to quit hating on the south Cause we just trying to make it like all the rest of them mother f**kers is I got talent and raw skills to pay the bills So i'm gonna rock the biz Call me what you wanna call me Arrogant, evilish and conceited I will sell CD's off in cicaly, italy, also in new zealand Gettin that international money Climbin higher up that ladder Grindin' daily, bitch, pay me I gotta' get my pockets fatter Memphis Tennessee is the place Where I got all my special training Physical, mental, spiritual, lyrical Acheived it all without complainin' I got a... Cold purple sprite Full of 'lean in my cup Yeah - that's what's up! Yeah - that's what's up! All the haters in the hood Make me wanna cock and bust Yeah - that's what's up! Yeah - that's what's up! I done made a lot of money Ain't to many that trust Yeah - that's what's up! Yeah - that's what's up! But i'ma keep on hustlin' 'Til my body turn into dust Yeah - that's what's up! Yeah - that's what's up! I'm a motha' f**kin' nympho Rubbin' tip toes Sippin' line in the back of a benzo' Hate me last year Wait til this year You gonna have a lot more shit to be sick fo' Runnin' the street and not givin' a f**k Still makin big money and get my dick suck I'ma hold it down for my town At the same time Goin' to town to get some more bucks If you gotta problem wit that Bring it to the hood Find me on my block And i'll kick your ass Ride on the same Cause we done whooped plenty of motha f**kas Just for talking all that trash We don't give a shit bitch That's just the mentality of the dirty south Nobody really left the house hot Ready to fight But you better watch your mouth I roll with some of the rowdiest, buckest, crunkest f**ka's In the nation And even if you keep me slippin' solo You won't bust a raisan Serious though I got dough You broke, and know the score Purple sprite and paper flow While you busy hatin' ho'... Cold purple sprite Full of 'lean in my cup Yeah - that's what's up! Yeah - that's what's up! All the haters in the hood Make me wanna cock and bust Yeah - that's what's up! Yeah - that's what's up! I done made a lot of money Ain't to many that trust Yeah - that's what's up! Yeah - that's what's up! But i'ma keep on hustlin' 'Til my body turn into dust Yeah - that's what's up! Yeah - that's what's up!