Don't U Wish
Don't you beezies wish your man was hot like me (Yes)
Don't you beezies wish your man count dough like me (of course)
Don't you beezies wish your man dressed like me (definitely)
Don't you beezies wish he had game like me (yeah)
I'm a live cat,
I know where it's at, It's right here dog, I got it all
Everything, take a pick,
slam it or hit it, Nino Caine on the track so I can spit it
Quit it, you can't get with it, you hear the beat
Nino Caine sh*tted everlasting like a
Gobstopper, sorta like a Pantydropper
I don't gotta pop her, she stays in line
I aint gotta commit another crime
Don't you beezies wish your man was live like me (of course)
Don't you beezies wish your man was really me (definitely)
Really real, trealy treal
Richard Dirt or Dirty Richard
Ironed on to your b*tches t-shirt
Or sweatshirt, ask her the deal
I told you 140, this aint Let's Make A Deal
Don't you beezies wish your man stayed creased like me (yes)
Don't you beezies wish your man stacked cheese like me (of course)
Don't you beezies wish your man set trends like me (definitely)
Don't you beezies wish your man had ends like me (yes)
B*tch don't you wish your n*gga could spend like me
I'm at the bar counting hundreds sipping Hennesy
And that man aint ripped like I'm finna be
He buying Grand Marnier with your rent money
Bartender pass the bottle, i aint sipping no straw
I do like Keak da Sneak and go r-r-raw
I obey no laws, I make my own
And you don't want to see me when I'm off Patron
Tequila and lime when I'm throwing it back
It's Failing on mine I'm a real hood cat
They don't make 'em no more like me baby
I been around the game since the late '80s
Creased Levis and Arsenio
Clucks stealing VCRs and stereos
Born and bred around it, it's in me Mane
Gold teeth, Filas and a big rope chain
I cant help but be fresh, that's all I know
I hop out of something big at the corner store
And buy cigars, a bag of chips and a 24
Creased from head to feet with a nappy a fro
You can't keep up with me, you two steps behind
You better step it up Mane and hit the grind
And stack you profits, 'cause I aint stopping
I want it real big boy with all the toppings
Don't you beezies wish your man count dough like me (of course)
Don't you beezies wish your man dressed like me (definitely)
Don't you beezies wish he had game like me (yeah)
I'm a live cat,
I know where it's at, It's right here dog, I got it all
Everything, take a pick,
slam it or hit it, Nino Caine on the track so I can spit it
Quit it, you can't get with it, you hear the beat
Nino Caine sh*tted everlasting like a
Gobstopper, sorta like a Pantydropper
I don't gotta pop her, she stays in line
I aint gotta commit another crime
Don't you beezies wish your man was live like me (of course)
Don't you beezies wish your man was really me (definitely)
Really real, trealy treal
Richard Dirt or Dirty Richard
Ironed on to your b*tches t-shirt
Or sweatshirt, ask her the deal
I told you 140, this aint Let's Make A Deal
Don't you beezies wish your man stayed creased like me (yes)
Don't you beezies wish your man stacked cheese like me (of course)
Don't you beezies wish your man set trends like me (definitely)
Don't you beezies wish your man had ends like me (yes)
B*tch don't you wish your n*gga could spend like me
I'm at the bar counting hundreds sipping Hennesy
And that man aint ripped like I'm finna be
He buying Grand Marnier with your rent money
Bartender pass the bottle, i aint sipping no straw
I do like Keak da Sneak and go r-r-raw
I obey no laws, I make my own
And you don't want to see me when I'm off Patron
Tequila and lime when I'm throwing it back
It's Failing on mine I'm a real hood cat
They don't make 'em no more like me baby
I been around the game since the late '80s
Creased Levis and Arsenio
Clucks stealing VCRs and stereos
Born and bred around it, it's in me Mane
Gold teeth, Filas and a big rope chain
I cant help but be fresh, that's all I know
I hop out of something big at the corner store
And buy cigars, a bag of chips and a 24
Creased from head to feet with a nappy a fro
You can't keep up with me, you two steps behind
You better step it up Mane and hit the grind
And stack you profits, 'cause I aint stopping
I want it real big boy with all the toppings
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas M Ratcliff, Robert W Brown, Nathan Tannenbaum
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