Текст песни U.N.L.V. - Don`t U Be Greedy
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{Yella Talkin`}My dog gonna be home with a story to tellYa see, y`all know what I`m talkin` bout{Yella Boy}Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoesMe rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoesTwerk all right getty up Eddie BowBounce for that Outfit twerk for that ElflicBrawl for that Polaroid then go get ya two slugsI don`t have nothin` if I don`t have youLike Whitney even said, I will always love ya toBounce for that Outfit the one`s who mean itWon`t ya bounce for that Outfit and don`t ya be greedyDon`t don`t be greedy, don`t don`t cha be greedyShhh, bout to make me go to farUnless ya bout the whole third they calledYa see, ya won`t some nine seven Lincoln`sWith boo-koo sound, you can hear us if ya comin` aroundIt`s best ya get the right kind of disk to listen to meI want Means and Tina MarieIt`s best you get a built in alarm cuz I got me a gat and I`m a try to set the whole third on the backYa get it, Got to get it right nigga, handle ya businessOops, there they go to Roux`s five oStash-o left his bundle sittin` on the rampStash-o bundle must be dippin` out the cutStash-o bundle must be sittin` on the rampI`m always jumpin` shop never dressin` like a champI`m up early in the mornin` on the breakfast smokin` weedI`m bout to go to Regal scoop, fresh pair of Arena`sI went on Deli Shake and dressed mighty gentleI said look at my snaps and bout another rentalI brought my nigga to Nickel`s cuz that was a schoolTellin` all them ninth ward nigga`s that the third ward rulesI walked into the school and standin` on the yardA chick snuck and asked me was I from the third wardNigga`s came out the buildin` and they was bootin` me upI grabbed the clip out my pockets and made them coward`s duckI told my o`l lady I`ll be back to seeI went to Mac Melph Calio a Booker TSo they pilled up in a Trooper I was gasin` itBoo-Koo, AK`s, Mac`s Pump`s and shit and IWas so darn able goin` out St. ClaudWith my Kangol to the back representin` the third wardChorus:Don`t ya be greedy don`t don`t be greedy Don`t don`t cha be greedyMe rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoesMe rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoesTwerk all right getty up Eddie BowBounce for that Outfit twerk for that ElflicBrawl for that Polaroid then go get ya two slugsI don`t have nothin` if I don`t have youLike Whitney even said, I will always love ya toBounce for that Outfit the one`s who mean itWon`t ya bounce for that Outfit and don`t ya be greedyDon`t don`t be greedy, don`t don`t cha be greedy{Yella Boy}Higgy hop the fence, put the gun`s in the grassYou can see the rep smoke poppin` out they assSee we caught seven nigga`s slippin` in the class roomTry`na jump out the window but they couldn`t andI don`t mind dyin` I see that shitFive nigga`s got killed let`s go hop the fence quickChorus:{Yella Boy}On the real like a man you got`s to be realIf you hangin` in that third, you best`s be out to killCuz we walk by, fight by, drive by toHang a forty five and a ap medal toBounce baby bounce or boot up bitchWhere dey at get the gat firstI got`s to take a piss I`m a Magnolia Man, a Calio KingI`m servin` boo-koo dog hoes out the MelpomeneI know ya thought I wouldn`t be backBut ya can`t keep me down,don`t forget about the "U"And the Ca§h Money clown, twerk all rightGetty up Eddie Bow, I`m a serve ya body up whenI get in the shower, I`m a good lookin` rapperI ain`t try`na front, I`m a good lookin` rapper I ain`tTry`na stunt, next week I`m gettin` the rental andThe royal blue, with the white interior and gold dayton`s toGo DJ, that`s my DJ, go DJ, that`s my DJChorus:Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoesMe rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoesDon`t ya be greedy don`t don`t be greedy Don`t don`t cha be greedy{Yella Boy}Me and my DJ, Mannie Fresh we done shut the piecesWe fuckin` wive`s, we fuckin` daugher`s, and even niece`sThese hoes like Mosquitos suckin` dick and lickin` nut`sFuckin`, doggin`, leavin`, makin` `em run behind that dickI be servin` `em puttin` `em up cuz I`m a fool from that threeYella Boy, Mannie Fresh, we win the contestI must confess we rank as the best I spin the bin with hot bullet`s I hope ya got yo vestNigga, on the real in this nine seven areaI be in the N-O-L-I-A area if ya scaredYa end up in the back of the dumpsterWith two to the motherfuckin` headGo DJ, go DJ, go DJ, that`s my DJ, that`s my DJChorus:{From Last Verse}