Beatnuts Props Over Her Lyrics

Props Over Her Lyrics

[Fashion]

 Hey, you ain't really you and you ain't really down

 Plus I'm tired of seeing you fucking for they face of ground

 'Cause when I sit back and think back of how you found me

 It make me react react my fucking yammy

 Now I don't cock, though my mnd is in the sewer

 I just kick back six pack and then I do 'er

 But she gets stuck on crowing like a cat

 'Cause the toes got sucked on she don't know how to act

 Back in the days I am 237, used to rumble Kevin 

 Backing hoes was like heaven

 Eleven, years later I tried to hide 

 And hoped they pass me by like I'm the pharycyde

 Just let me puff and lounge with my niggas

 Don't have no time to fake funk with triggers

 Don't believe in kids with that puts cat say

 Fuck around with Fasion get your whole shit bit

 Spend crazy years with the blues pay dues

 Before I met the Psycho is in the junk yard juice

 But now the crew combined and we can't be stopped

 Going around the globe to collect the props

 

 When I'm in New York, you know what I wanna hear

 [Yeah you get props over here]

 Com' on, out in Cali, you know what I wanna hear

 [Yeah you get props over here]

 When I'm down in Detroit, you know what I wanna hear

 [Yeah you get props over here]

 Now when I'm out in Philly, you know what I wanna hear

 [Yeah you get props over here]

 

 [Psycho Les]

 I get stoned everyday I gots nothing else to do 

 I'm getting drunk with my niggas `til the night is thru

 And when the night is thru, I won't have a fucking clue 

 Of what tomorrow will bring so I pay ten  [true]

 Yo life's kind of funny if you don't make money 

 Then your days ain't fuckin sunny

 Excuse me for my language 

 But I'm trying to get my last thing together 

 And bought the crib to be in my damn bids so never

 Acted like I deserve to have it

 I whipped I stabbed it I whipped I grabbed it you silly

 Rabbit, I'm coming at your door

 Tracks behind the stacks better yo I'm brought showa

 I'm showa, unlike others wanna pop u

 Use a pistol drop dogging that shit you need to stop

 'Cause when I approach and you can't back up

 What you said  [Toma]

 Fly you fucking head like that

 

 Now when I'm in Atlanta, you know what I wanna hear

 [Yeah you get props over here]

 Texax, uhh, you know what I wanna hear

 [Yeah you get props over here]

 When I'm out in Chicago, you know what I wanna hear

 [Yeah you get props over here]

 Out in DC, you know what I wanna hear

 

 [Juju]

 Real niggas do real things and that's a fact

 And real niggas could lick their hoes in niggas backs

 And your life's down like a heavy price to pay

 For some bullshit that you ain't even had to say

 But don't sweat that, 'cause I'm 'ma let you keep your head

 If I wanted to kill, you're already be dead

 I gotta a lot of things to do, a lot of money to make

 I got no time for you and all the moves you fake

 Taking care of business yeah without a doubt

 And I'm 'ma make a million dollars kid before I'm out

 Yeah I gotta give a shout to my peeps in Corona

 Going hand to hand gettin' loot on the corner

 Life is full of stress and to rest my brain

 So I puff the buddha bless and destroy the pain

 I gotta a lot of things to do, a lot of money to make

 I got no time for you and all the moves you fake

 

 When I'm in Japan, you know what I wanna hear

 [Yeah you get props over here]

 When I'm out in London, you know what I wanna hear

 [Yeah you get props over here]

 Hey when I'm in Norway, you know what I wanna hear

 [Yeah you get props over here]

 And when I'm out in Paris, you know what I wanna hear

 [Yeah you get props over here]

 Beatnuts in the house