4 Better Or 4 Worse Lyrics

4 Better Or 4 Worse lyrics

Uhh, do you take, Rhymealinda  

 Do you love me Tre, do you really love me?  

 To be your lawfully, wedded, wife?  

  

 Uhhh, uhhhhh, I do, I do, no I don't, I do  

  

 Ah roomie zoom zim, I'm all to be wet  

 to Rhymealinda I remember umm, when we first met  

 In eighty-two back in school used to play up all the fools  

 Sometimes you'd be my number fives sometimes you'd be my twenty-two  

 but umm, screw the dumbshit, cause little Rhymea's true  

 I can't wait to say I do and oh yeah honey there's no due  

 I got my chariot, rollin, now I'm mic controllin  

 Got some spunk in my funk, I can't wait to put some soul in  

 We're rollin all strikes, we're havin little tykes  

 One is little Mike the other's Ike I'm sure that you would like  

 to hold em, or maybe stroll em on their little bikes  

 When they're born, I've sworn, to bring em up right  

 you know, dope is how I breed em, beats is what I'll feed em  

 They'll be healthy like a health nut I'm sure you shake your butt  

 (Kick the verse preacher) and I won't disperse  

 Here's my life Rhymealinda for better or for worse  

  

 Well it's done she tagged me, duck duck goose  

 I'm batter up I can't sleep the fly brotha must produce  

 the power pack and I'm stacked like a forty-five Mag  

 Straight up tennis shoes in my pants there's a sag  

 Droppin so much grammar gotta slam it down my mouth  

 Shup? I met a slut she, put me in the rut G  

 with the dip that was down with me from the whole front  

 Now front me never too cool how-ever  

 I gotta get the bread, gotta get the butter  

 Fix it up eat down throw it in the gutter  

 (Gutter dreamed it) sour, (creamed it) gotta  

 skinny-dipped into her ass as if it was a pool of water  

 Now the water's gettin hotter so I bought her a new ring  

 Maybe a love ballad is the song I sing  

 I gotta kiss her ass my tongue I hold before I curse  

 If you really want me BITCH, take me for better or for worse  

  

 *phone rings*  

 I mean nah, just  

 *phone rings*  

 [woman] I got it! *click* Hello?  

  

 Well this is the final chapter Hello?  

 of me, we're going to rack up Who is this?  

 in tune, in tune, in tune, a button Why are you calling my house?  

 a button, a button! Oh c'mon, honey Who is this? What?  

 Would you come along with me down Mike is that you?  

 the lane and I will pick your brain Oh my God. Who is this?  

 I won't be good like you think I will I'll fucking call the cops  

 I'll take a hammer and start to drill Don't call my house  

 Your skull, and then I'll really start Oh my God, what is this  

 picking, your brains cells, I will be What? I'm gonna call the cops  

 licking, mmm mmm mmm mmmm! *slurp* okay? Quit fucking around  

 You taste so intelligent, ahhhhhh Hello, who is this?  

 Yes yes yes, you trusted me, now Help, who is this? What  

 I busted thee, top of your skull are you doing? Why are you  

 You thought the day was going to be calling me?  

 DULL?? I'll make it very exciting  

 I took your fingers then I started WHO ARE YOU? Why are you  

 BITING, and then I scraped the meat calling my house?  

 off, the bone, of your leg Stop calling here!  

 Ahhahhh, you tried to make me beg Don't call here anymore  

 But I had to insist, I had to insist  

 Iayaay, run up your pussy with my fist AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  

 Okay, I think we've gone a little bit I'm gonna call the cops!  

 overboard, don't stop it yet Fuck you don't call my house!!  

  

 Like this... ("like what like what like what")  

 (repeat 4X)  

  

 Yo, I'm Audi Geee  

 No doubts manufactured  

 No ahh copies, we can't ahh, do copies  

 No copies, okay  

 Oh, so you expect me to do some type of freak show?  

 That's what it really is huh?  

 Is that what you want? What you talkin about?  

 What you talkin bout nigga?  

 Whatchu know bout the problems of L.A.?  

 I'ma tell you what's wrong with the problems  

 of the people in the L.A.  

 See the brothers needs some type of education  

 And you know, some type of foundation, in the, uhh  

 community, cause the mute-co, duhh, the community  

 grows like seeds, and the seeds will not fall from  

 the tree if you don't water the grass  

 So nigga get off your rusty black asssahhhh  

 Like this... nanananananana, like this  

 You can get with this, or you can get with that  

 I think you get with this because Fat Lip's fat  

 Fat fat Fat Fat FAT FAT FAT *echoes* *laughter*  

 Uhhh, okay ummm, okay uhh, keep going keep going keep going  

 keep going, ay Romye Romye, come here come here c'mere c'mere c'mere  

 c'mere c'mere (OK OK aiyyo yo yo yo) C'mere for a second  

 Aiy Rhasaan, Rhasaan, Imani, Imani I think you should  

 *music stops* Oh, duhh