Fake Neptune lyrics

[Hook: Buckshot]
R-U-C too hard for me
Pa you see you hardly me
Disrespect anyone, no pardon me
Any time you set it off, you can start with me
R-U-C too hard for me
Pa you see you hardly me
Disrespect anyone, no pardon me
Any time you set it off, you can start with me

[Verse 1: Sean Price]
Yo, yo, yo
Meanwhile, n*gga, back at the ranch
Smokin' a spliff with this b*tch tryin' unfasten her pants
P, off with the blouse, and off with the kangol
Victoria Secret, b*tch, Caribbean mango
Her favorite song on Nocturnal, was Brainz Blo
Pull down my pants so she can let the brains blow
Heh, I had to find that funny
Lost my wallet, gotta find my money, b*tch
How you gonna sh*t on me?
After I let you sh*t on me, freaky deaky
Nowadays I had it up to here
Don't make me f*ck around and cut you here, listen
All things Sean Price, four wings, fried rice
n*gga, duck sauce, who the f*ck the boss?
Yo, ask me no questions, I tell you no lie
Unless the, judge is wack and the jury is jive
Uh, old school style, Furious Five
Get my man Grandmaster Caz, to snuff yo' ass
On a, world tour with Muhammad my man
In a piece of sh*t truck smelling like vomit and ham
[Verse 2: Steele]
Now when the coochie smell bad but the shorty look good
What the f*ck a n*gga supposed to say?
Tell me if I like to do a little rap, but money don't stack
Tell me how a n*gga supposed to get paid
Wait a minute, now you mean to tell me, I'm stuck in this sh*t
Rappers either bending over, or riding di*ks
Check 'em, down and dirty n*ggas stuck in the ditch
Gorillas in the mist, tuckin' a fifth, oh

[Verse 3: Louieville Sluggah]
It's like a, switch from Crys' to malt liquor and
Colt 45 on the hittin' hand sittin'
If you can't stand the heat, get out the kitchen
It's either you wit' it or you all around b*tching
Pop pop, what happened to that boy?
He got popped, got rocked by a real McCoy
I was f*cking his broad, she was filled with joy
She said, "Let's go half on a girl or boy"
I said, "Not me the c*ck be have you talking crazy
You cool and all but I pass, baby baby"
To all my Queensmen and Brookmen
Crookmen, if you ever looked out, then good looking
A n*gga pray that we stay away from the bookings
'Cause, any kid get locked up, to another Brooklyn
Avenues and streets, boulevards I creep
Until every f*cking dollar bill meet, yo
[Hook: Buckshot]
R-U-C too hard for me
Pa you see you hardly me
Disrespect anyone, no pardon me
Any time you set it off, you can start with me
R-U-C too hard for me
Pa you see you hardly me
Disrespect anyone, no pardon me
Any time you set it off, you can start with me

[Verse 4: Sean Price]
Yo, a lotta n*ggas rhyme, some of y'all nice
Some sound the same, but not Sean Price (P)
The O.D.B. of the B.C.C
I'm David, Ruffin, save it it's nothing, no
Need for acceptance, no need for applause
All you need is the gauze, when you bleeding of course
Of course, I ain't playin' no more
f*ck holding back, f*ck I'm saving it for?
Get busy, bisexual burners, both ways with the biscuit
Hit, n*ggas and b*tches, and occasionally infants
Yo, save it man
Tricks are for kids, b*tch, David Blaine

[Hook: Buckshot]
R-U-C too hard for me
Pa you see you hardly me
Disrespect anyone, no pardon me
Any time you set it off, you can start with me
R-U-C too hard for me
Pa you see you hardly me
Disrespect anyone, no pardon me
Any time you set it off, you can start with me