I’m That Type lyrics

[Verse 1: Shaggy 2 Dope]
Who, me? I’m the type of scrub who gots mad hoes
Who hang out and trade tips and suggestions
You’re the type of scrub that only gots two, your hands
And both make you wear protection
I’m the type of scrub that has no boss
‘Cause I’m a self-made lord of the hustle
You’re the type of scrub who don’t work at all
You’re a sue-happy fraud; no one trusts ya
I’m the type of scrub with big-shot friends
Crooked cops, politicians, and more
You’re the type of scrub, ditched by your friends
Couldn’t stop, but probably sh*t your drawers
I’m the type of scrub who won’t sell out
Twenty-five years of winnin’ any way I wanna do sh*t
You’re the type of scrub who couldn’t sell out a free show
Of a capacity of two, you and who, b*tch? Haha!

[Chorus]
(Scrub Life!) It is what it is
You a scrub, b*tch! (sh*t, that's you!)
That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love
(Scrub Life!) It is what it is
You a scrub, b*tch! (sh*t, that's you!)
That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love
[Verse 2: Violent J]
I’m the type of scrub who don’t turn the other cheek
Unless I’m winding back to deck ya
You’re the type of scrub to lick my spit off the floor
And walk off, whispering, “I don’t respect ya”
I’m the type of scrub who don’t follow trends
I mow my own path, blazing through sheep
You’re the type of scrub, a scoop follower, a poop swallower
If it’s the flavor of the week
I’m the type of scrub with two or three warrants
If I don’t like a rule, I break it
You’re the type of scrub doing twenty-three years to life
A crazy old lady rapist
I’m the type of scrub who like to fight back
Pull my gun out, you meet my nine
You’re the type of scrub who refuse to fight back
You say, “Blow my butt out; I’ll be fine.”

[Chorus]
(Scrub Life!) It is what it is
You a scrub, b*tch! (sh*t, that's you!)
That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love
(Scrub Life!) It is what it is
You a scrub, b*tch! (sh*t, that's you!)
That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love
Gangsta boogie! gangsta boogie!

[Verse 3: Ouija Macc]
b*tch, I’m a scrub. p*ss in the tub
Shorty, want bubbly? Let it rip in the tub (ew)
You the type of motherf*cker get a b*tch nails done for a dub
Take the b*tch out to eat and then when the check come, you’re like, “What?”
I’m the scrub with a blunt lip on the couch scratching my nuts
Parking lot, I got two whips, but your b*tch pickin’ me up
Won’t quit hitting me up, I rang twice, then I said “what?”
You tell the b*tch “hi." I be like di*k hicking me up (girl)
You shape-shifty as f*ck, type of scrub nobody gon’ trust
I’m the type that might panhandle, but I got five on that blunt (Yup)
Got two grand in my sock, homie, but that’s for the reup
All you got is your handout, and that face ‘bout to get punched
Say one word, and you’re lunch (b*tch), it’s scrub gang on you punks
You step up to these dirty hands, and your punk ass get touched
Shot mud out of you duffs (b*tch), Be crushed out of you punks
Ouija's the scrub of the century know because he never be giving no f*cks

[Chorus]
(Scrub Life!) It is what it is
You a scrub, b*tch! (sh*t, that's you!)
That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love
(Scrub Life!) It is what it is
You a scrub, b*tch! (sh*t, that's you!)
That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love
(Scrub Life!) It is what it is
You a scrub, b*tch! (sh*t, that's you!)
That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love
(Scrub Life!) It is what it is
You a scrub, b*tch! (sh*t, that's you!)
That type of scrub, that type of scrub, that gets no love