I'm don't play with something
you should cherish
Uh, uh, uh, I'm
good, don't play with something
you should cherish
Uh, uh, uh, I'm
Every nigga have one
that'll pull out and clack fo'
Hop in the street with a nigga in scrapbo
It's hard to find a queen
in the southeast
These bitches a suck the dick in niggas,
got some mouthpiece,
but I swore I found me a future baby mama
From the outskirts of Square,
but was down when I found the drama
In school, she had gang diners
Moved OT to pursue law,
tried to stay on her
But after time passed,
she became a foreigner
Doin' shit she never did
when I first started goin' with her
Maybe degrees make hoes
act sadiddy
Make her forget about takin' me
to drop work off all over the city
Was it the groupie rumors
that got you runnin' from me?
Do you know Honey got
this much money?
And if so, he ain't gangsta as Mitch
So fuck you from the first nigga,
then fuck you, you know you foul, bitch
Don't play with something you
shouldn't cherish
Should've cherished the thug
Don't play with something you
shouldn't cherish
Should've cherished the thug
But now I'm gone
Damn, homie, she
workin' them stilettos
She want a nigga,
that's why I'm givin' her the denetto
But I just needed to hop
out the Range Rover
With a couple of these duffel
bags on her shoulder
Now I'm feelin' like Young Jeezy
One -on -one thug motivation to pay needy
My whole whoopin'
that bitch Christina Milian
But I don't want the pussy,
though, I want the million
She's so thick, look how she walk with it
She usin' body language,
look how she talk with it
I'm a G, nigga,
I keep the burner tucked away
Frisco, Fillmore, nigga, up the way
Squatch my G unit, beat Holliday, Young Buck
I run this West Coast shit, homie, I'm no
This for the homie Harry O,
up in San Quentin
Keep your head up, pimpin',
they gon' cheers to thugs
I'm playin' with something
I'm playin' with a nigga
You shoulda cheers to thugs
I'm playin'
I'm playin' with something
I'm playin' with a nigga
You shoulda cheers to thugs
But now I'm gone
Rap with me if you know the words
This a knuckleball,
I don't think you want the curve
I'm known to strike out the side,
put my back out an d ride
Then tell ya, ba -ba -ba -ba -bay,
I'm gone, I'll see ya in a couple
Not a stranger to danger,
start trouble to bubble
I'm a double and quadruple
Oh, you ain't high,
I'ma dilate them pupils quick
You gotta feel how I feel,
it's hard to stay square
And niggas just ain't real
That's why I'm jealous
of myself -ski
Know what I'm talkin' bout?
And maybe, you felt me
I'll give em somethin' to tweak on
My mind goin' other places
cats don't speak on
So raw and uncut,
got em sprung like a coke kit
Now put that in your pipe and smoke it
They cheers to thugs
I'm playing with a thug
I'm playing with a nigga
Should've cheers to thugs
I'm playing with a thug
I'm playing with a thug
I'm playing with
Should've cheers to thugs
But now I'm gone
You