The Bidness

Ay whassup my nig? Shit, just chillin, what's happenin? Shit nuttin, whatchu up to? Shit, not too much - ay you ain't seen that nigga Snoop? Man hell naw, I been callin that nigga since Starsky & Hutch I ain't fin' to call that nigga no more man Tchk, oh like that? Man f'real man, I ain't buyin that new album either I'ma download that motherfucker for free Let that nigga know when I see him man Shit, there he go right there Huh? I don't say much I don't say Alize, no I don't say Dutch Keep yo' hands off until I say, okay touch I never come off tacky, I'm a boss exactly I'm like the slick suit Snooperfly Versace Conversation flashy, y'all niggaz can't match me I talk to you slow, so your game can roll Take advice from a player, don't love her just play her Boy I never could dare, to pay double the fare Man I swear to God it's gon' be some trouble in here Before I pay that bitch, I'm like a bossy hog Half dog, half gorilla, bitch Donkey Kong Niggaz thirst for hoes, I got a thirst to ball Tryin to knock a pimp's hustle, be the first to fall Fuckin with a-hundred-fifty, whole can of vodka Mixed with gangbang, got a program like Poppa (hey hold up man) I'ma do you a favor, let this pimpin save ya Leave that bitch alone, the homies call her Ms. Behavior Boy you move too fast, done too much talkin I'm too much walkin to one who keep hoes hawkin Don't fuck with Snoop too much cause he goes off when niggaz mouth too much, so please no flossin I step up quicker, cause the game don't pause I gotta stay sucka free, cause it ain't no laws Dig this y'all That's the bidness mayne, step my game up up in this mayne Long hours hard minutes mayne, with this hustle on splendid mayne P.A. perfect attendance mayne Cause I'm a boss.. Yeah, real bossy like, and sometimes flossy And if you fuckin with that {"I-I know, I, I-I-know, I know you gonna dig this"} I had to tell you the truth homey, but you got mad Yeah I hurt yo' feelings, FUCK IT, it's too damn bad I'm a major player, I got major game I might floss a different bitch, but the pimpin the same I ain't got time for no haters, I lay 'em flat on they back I'm from the Dogg Pound homey, I don't fuck with them cats I fuck with, niggaz, who be bustin them shots I'm talkin Long Beach, Inglewood, Compton, Watts Close your chops, I knows your spots Keep talkin nigga I'll expose your knots You ain't ready for daddy, boy I do this for fun It's like you versus Kobe ballin one on one You ain't got no chance, you ain't got no fans I kick the shit out you punk, look momma no hands I'm not a, holy roller but I pray so hard Help me, I'm sendin these bitch niggaz straight to God Shit I'm too damn grown, conversation is sho't While your talk is funny, Jack I talk with money Keep the chain on bling, the rock is sunny For you smart mouthted bitches I ain't that dummy {"HELL NO," he replied} That's the bidness, that's the bidness Aww, that's the bidness, can I get a witness? Aww, yeah, that's the bidness, aww yeah, say what, yeah That's the bidness, but can I get a witness?