Boogie Down lyrics

[Verse 1: Babyface Ray]
All a n*gga know is get money (b*tch)
No eye contact, so I gotta test somethin'
Leavin’ from the set, had to grab a b*tch somethin'
Seen you out there perpin', you ain’t grabbin', gettin' nothin'
This Bentley belt rocker, True Religions jigger
New receipts, a new closet, nine hundred for the Cleveland (Real)
Said I'm fallin' off, n*gga, I ain't worried
Been f*ckin' bad hoes since Charlie had thirty
Ask about Ray, n*gga, ask about me
Old how you know M’s? What the answer don’t be?
Real n*gga, I don't get passеs on beef
See, I make money herе, make it faster OT
Lean from the ’spital, weed in a spizzle
Every day I'm high, buffs on chizzle
I'm probably on Six Mile stuntin' on sixers
Get fine, say whatever, I don’t f*ck with y'all n*ggas, rich

[Verse 2: Peezy]
Sittin' back thinkin' what if my mama wasn't able?
Now it's flat-screens, five-hundred-dollar cable
Took a timeout on blowin' money, had to safe it
Now I'm breakin' down onions on a thousand-dollar table
Louis for the belt, pillow for the vest
You got on it too, but you ain't bought it from the set
Used to be in school, couldn't walk up in the trap
Now I buy True Religions just to walk along the back
Ten-thousand-dollar bag, three hundred for the b*tches
Spend it all up to save enough to buy a ticket
sh*t was gone fast, I'm finna get back to the city
Spend it all again, jump right back on the rizzy
Every day we hustle, trappin', makin' movies
f*ck bad b*tches, iced buffs to buy hoopties
Cheddar Grove, b*tch, you ain't with us then you losin'
Been the sh*t since high school, rest in peace to Lil Boosie, b*tch
[Verse 3]
Uh
All my n*ggas get stacks, smoke thrax, blunts
f*ck n*ggas' b*tches and bag up
b*tch, you're too close, better back up
See them n*ggas with them straps, b*tch? That's us
b*tches keep starin', sh*t, I'm high, that's apparent
Why these pus*y n*ggas hatin'? sh*t, I guess of my appearance
I ain't even carin' 'cause the 40 on me clarin'
And your n*ggas I be fearin', all these b*tches we be sharin'
pus*y n*ggas we extortin', take these b*tches, we important
See this sh*t that I be sportin', think these True Religions gorgeous
I'm a f*ckin' goose trick, I'm a f*ckin' kush smoker
I don't want that b*tch, the pus*y ain't a soaker
b*tch n*ggas tell lies, ho n*ggas tell stories
Real n*ggas on the grind, no buffies, no glory
sh*t ain't been the same since they took my brother from me
Get money, stay humble, man, that's what my brother told me

[Verse 4: Damedot]
Woo
Called my n*gga P, I'm on my way back to the hood
(You made it there and back?) With no problems, I'm good
Time for new buffs, n*gga, throw away the woods
Nine-sixes on the Chevy, 405s in the hood
Y'all slappin' 'bows? n*gga, I ain't seen nothin'
These b*tches di*k suckin' 'cause they know I really done it (For real)
I'm sittin' in the Benz, me and Greg gettin' blunted
Hands hurtin' countin' bands, but I swear a n*gga love it
We been gettin' money, been ridin' on H
n*gga, rule number one, keep the bands in the safe
Rule number two, stay the f*ck out n*ggas' face (f*ck naw)
And last but not least, never ever sell shake
Yeah, b*tch, these buffs, why you all in my face?
Paid the five-ball here, and they pay double out of state
n*gga, I done been there, done it, whole team runnin'
New buffies, bad lightskin b*tches ain't nothin'