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Street Military - Gasta Get Paid lyrics
Nine o-clock in the morning and I'm just gettin up for school I'm supposed to been there at eight But damn another niggaz rules, this hangover ain't no punk A nigga need somethin to make this pain straight So I guess I'll roll me a square and dip it in a little bit of this ink And how much you wanna bet that click 'em juice makes my head lighter Works every time then a 40 or quart makes my morning brighter feelin I'm ready to thrown on my clothes and wash my sleepy face While my body is still in bed and my mind is driftin off in space I get my ass up, get dressed and then lay it right back down And remain there smokin squares until lunchtime come around And when it finally do I head to school feelin raw Mind fried like a piece of bacon and buzzin like a chainsaw From gettin fucked up all morning and the previous night By time I hit campus I don't even understand life I walk in the cafeteria, eyes blood shot red Hoes niggaz, teachers, principals sayin I look half-dead But I don't give a fuck, who said I came here to learn Aint Nothin but dice in my pocket, seems like I came here to earn Now I'm off to the bathroom, to lick a young nigga ass quick Soon as I fall in that bitch, I'm pullin nothing but six hoes and one pimp Seven in the fuckin do', fall up bout 52 Scott, and four trey in a row And after I break they silly ass I catch out Popular big knot talkin shit with my fist locked I gasta get paid! All of my life me had to hustle for them ends Some of them settle for 9-to-5 Some of them usin a Mack-10 Wether it's a big robbery or wether me jack them for them keys Watch me unload the fuckin clip and watch the victims fall to their knees Bouillabaisse No need for screamin just give me them jewels and them cash The police do not have a choice Because me niggaz me licks dem back Bouillabaisse Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com Not one for struggle 'cause me let me weapons spray No mercy upon me brain 'cause me gotsta get paid! ! Coooom! Checkin my pockets, I might as well stop it? 'cause those hoes dough flat Look at my freezer ain't nuthin but a stomach tease And that's the main reason I'm grabbin An automatic from under the bed and oilin' it down Can't squab in town I gotta barber with surrounds Kickin in cribs were the crackers live a nigga will get paid But if they don't give it up then that's they luck, too tough,? gettin sprayed Picture me holdin em at gunpoint Smokin on one joint Demandin for the rolex And if they don't give up that gold in time Keep on breakin they necks Pistol whip and strippin em naked Just in case they have a stash Butt-fuckin em with the barrel if I find some hidden cash 'cause they ain't got no business lyin' to me See I'm a grown ass man And if you call me a child then bitch I'm a juvenile with a gun in his hands Oh yeah I'm starvin but I charge it to the game until I come up But when I'm fat I'll sit back like a dirty rat on my ass just grubin tuff Not to be cappin but it happens like that comin from number ace A sweet invasion on a caucasian, make your pockets gain a little weight Gasta get paid All of my life me had to hustle for them ends Some of them settle for 9-to-5 Some of them usin a Mack-10 Wether it's a big robbery or wether me jack them for them keys Watch me unload the fuckin clip and watch the victims fall to their knees Bouillabaisse No need for screamin just give me them jewels and them cash The police do not have a choice Because me niggaz me licks dem back Bouillabaisse Not one for struggle 'cause me let me weapons spray No mercy upon me brain 'cause me gotsta get paid! Raaaaah! |
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