I Got A Story To Tell Lyrics

I Got A Story To Tell lyrics

Who y'all talkin to man?  

 Uhh  

 Check it out  check it out  

 This here goes out  

 to all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches  

 in other niggaz cribs  

 thinkin shit is sweet  

 Nigga creep up on your ass  hahaha  

 Live niggaz respect it  check it  

 I kick flows for ya  kick down doors for ya  

 Even left all my motherfuckin hoes for ya  

 Niggaz think Frankie pussy whipped  nigga picture that  

 with a Kodak Instamatic  

 We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite flat  

 Sweetness, where you parked at?  

 Petiteness but that ass fat  

 She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that, I'm fuck witchu  

 The bitch official doe, dick harder than a missile yo  

 Try to hit if she trippin dissapearin like Arsenio  

 Yo, the bitch push a double-oh  

 with the five in front, probably a connivin stunt  

 Y'all drive in front, I'm a peel with her  

 Find a deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh?  

 Then we all get laced  

 Television's, Versacci heaven, when I'm up in em  

 The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit  

 She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks  

 Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush  

 She's stressin me to fuck, like she was in a rush  

 We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous  

 I'm in his ass while he playin gainst the Utah Jazz  

 My 112, CD blast, I was past  

 She came twice I came last, roll the grass  

 She giggle, say I don't smoke it on homegrown  

 Then I heard her moan, honey I'm home  

 Yep, tote chrome for situations like this  

 I'm up in his broad I know he won't like this  

 Now I'm like bitch you better talk to him  

 Before this fist put a spark to him  

 Fuck around shit get dark to him, put a part through him  

 Lose a major part to him, arm, leg  

 She beggin me to stop but this cat gettin closer  

 Gettin hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh  

 Before my eyes could blink  

 She screams out, "Honey bring me up somethin to drink!"  

 He go back downstairs more time to think  

 Her brain racin, she's tellin me to stay patient  

 She don't know I'm, cool as a fan  

 Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man  

 But I can and I will doe, I probably chill doe  

 Even though situation lookin kinda ill yo  

 It came to me like a song I wrote  

 Told the bitch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope  

 Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face  

 Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase  

 Play the cut, nigga comin off some love potion shit  

 Flash the heat on em, he stood emotionless  

 Dropped the glass screamin, "Don't blast here's the stash,  

 a hundred cash just don't shoot my ass, please!"  

 Nigga pullin mad G's out the floor  

 Put stacks in a Prater knapsack, hit the door  

 Grab the keys to the five, call my niggaz on the cell  

 Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uhh...  

 Yo man, y'all niggaz ain't gonna believe what the fuck happened to me.  

 Remember that bitch I left the club with man? Yo, freaky yo. I'm up in  

 this bitch playa this bitch fuckin run them ol mink ass niggaz and  

 shit,  

 I'm up in the spot though. One of them six-five niggaz, I don't know.  

 Anyway I'm up in the motherfuckin spot, so boom I'm up in the pussy,  

 whatever whatever. I sparks up some lye, Pop Duke creeps up in on  

 some,  

 must have been rained out or something *laughing* because he's in the  

 spot. Had me scared, had me scared, I was shook Daddy - but I forget I  

 had my Roscoe on me. Always. You know how we do. So anyway the nigga  

 comes up the stairs, he creepin up the steps, the bitch all shook she  

 sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit. She  

 gettin  

 mad nervous, I said fuck that man! I'm the nigga, you know how we do  

 it  

 nigga, ransom note style put the scarf around my motherfuckin face,  

 gagged that bitch up, played the kizzack. Soon this nigga comes up in  

 the spot, flash the Desert in his face he drops the glass. Looked like  

 the nigga pissed on his-self or somethin, word to mother! Ahh fuckit  

 this nigga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin me  

 mad papers, mad papers. (I told you that bitch was a shiesty bitch  

 cuz!  

 Word to mother I used to fuck her cousin but you ain't know that!  

 Hahaha.  

 You wouldn't know that shit. Really though.) I threw all that  

 motherfuckin money up in the Prater knapsack. Two words, I'm gone!  

 (No doubt, no doubt... no doubt!) Yo nigga got some lye, y'all got  

 some lye? *conversation fades out