Why U Bullsh*ttin’? lyrics

So pay attention, babe
Pay attention
Our Father, who art in Heaven
Quik gave me a beat, now Pomona's on the set, now...

[Chorus]
Get your money, why you bullsh*ttin'?!
Baby, why you bullsh*ttin'?!

[Verse 1]
Mama tried but it ain't no love like homie love, baby
I'm G'd up and I'm crazy
And there's a mellow ghetto breeze on my ass
'Cause I'm, saggin', don't wanna die so I'm packin'
Now when I see my baby cryin', I can't explain how it hits me
I'm tryin' to take responsibility
You see in order for me to win, I gotta lose sometimes, baby
I know I'm wrong but I'mma make it
Now I...never hit a woman, nah
But I'll slap the sh*t out of a b*tch, why you bullsh*ttin'?!
If you think with a little head, you gets a little head, little trick
But I ain't going against the grain, not me, not even a little bit
Bet she didn't tell you she used to be my ho, huh?
Yeah n*gga, she sold that pus*y for me in Pomona
You better take some of this nighttime stuffy, achy head, fever so could realize I'm tryin' to get rich with Quik
Why you bullsh*ttin' medicine, n*gga
Suga Free is lovely and pretty as I can be
Perm silkier than Charlotte's Web, waves deep as Redondo Beach
Tellin' you to...
[Chorus]
Get your money, why you bullsh*ttin'?!
Baby, why you bullsh*ttin'?!
I get down, why you bullsh*ttin'?!
Baby, why you bullsh*ttin'?!

[Verse 2]
Now what's the problem n*gga?
Whu-what? Yo' lady won't suck your di*k?
'Cause for the very low low price of $100 you can use my b*tch
And if you act now, man, I'll throw in a ho that'll buff your knob
She used to work down there at the sperm bank until she got fired for drinkin' on the job
But you ain't knowin', givin' baby yo' money, be killin' me!
Lettin' that b*tch disrespect you in front of yo' friends be killin me!
Always givin' that b*tch some di*k, killin' me
Goin' through one ear, comin' out the other
Talkin 'bout you feelin' me
Now, partner tell me where my love at
'Cause I'mma tell you where you're wrong at
I'll bend but I won't break, not me, no madam
I’m broker than the ten commandments
Plus I just walked a hole in some Stacey Adams
sh*t! And at that, you broke, been broke, gon' be broke
Wanna see me broke, but please ho, really doe
'Cause I’ll tell a lie, she’ll tell a lie
Then we’ll sit there with a straight face
And compliment each other on one another’s lie
Now I can tell you 30 times how to pimp you a hoe
And I can tell you 30 more and you still won't know
Partner, you, you wanna overuse the pus*y
Me, I'm tryin' to hit the news with the pus*y
In a survey it's estimated that 9 out of 10 men don't check they spouse but Suga Free'll tell your pretty ass to get the f*ck out!
And...
[Chorus]
Get my money, why you bullsh*ttin'?!
Baby, why you bullsh*ttin'?!
I get down, why you bullsh*ttin'?!
Baby, why you bullsh*ttin'?!

[Verse 3]
b*tch, come get your damn kids, you see 'em tearin' up my sh*t
She's starin' dead at they ass, you won't tell 'em to quit
Now, I'll whoop they ass, f*ck waitin' 'til baby turn her back
Let little man come sock me in the chest again and try to run, he gettin' cracked
I want you but I really don't need you, b*tch
'Cause all you do is eat, burp and f*ck and talk that sh*t
And tell your kids I ain't they motherf*ckin' daddy
What-what? Your Medi-Cal expired?
'Cause they look like they been eatin' cabbage
And it don't cost a dime
I won't knock no pork chop off your plate if you don't knock one off of mine
Yeah, this pimpin' partna
'Cause a hoe's gonna be a hoe for real
Quit jockin' her cause youse a snack, she's lookin' for a meal
And I ain't tryin' to be your friend, b*tch
Buddy, buddy, that's my partner, that n*gga cool, and all that sh*t
Sayin': I won't be afraid, I won't go astray
I pay like I weigh, I'll stay in my place
Please let me stay, I'll ho to my grave
So how you wanna handle this? Baby, we'll dismantle this
And we blows you out like a candle trick
Hahahahahahaa
And we blows you out like a candle trick
[Chorus]
Man, get your money, why you bullsh*ttin'?!
Baby, why you bullsh*ttin'?!
Believe me, I get down, why you bullsh*ttin'?!
That's right, baby, why you bullsh*ttin'?!
It's pimpin wit me. Don't f*ck around, why you bullsh*ttin'?!
Yo, Kingpin, why you bullsh*ttin'?!
Pomona Town, why you bullsh*ttin'?!
Uhh! That's where I'm from, why you bullsh*ttin'?!
It's pimpin' wit me, get your money, why you bullsh*ttin'?!
What's pimpin' wit' chu?, baby, why you bullsh*ttin'?!
Uuh, trick, it ain't hard, why you bullsh*ttin'?!
In a real way credit card, why you bullsh*ttin'?!
Got my money baby, why you bullsh*ttin'?!
Ahh, god damn, why you bullsh*ttin'?!
Suga Free, I get down, why you bullsh*ttin'?!
Suga Free, Black Tone, don't be bullsh*ttin'!
Kingpin for life!
Ahhhh, kingpin for life, y'all!