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[Intro: Bishop Lamont - talking] Ahhh. Ha ha ha ha. Jeah, live and direct, somewhere over your motherfuckin' heads. It's your boy Bishop Lamont, Taje, Indef. You know what time it is. J1 on the boards. I'm drinkin' again! You know what we about. (The Bizness) [Verse 1:] Deja Vu brah Before I met her, I already knew her Slutty dame, sexy thang, a peruah A gymnast, loved to be flipped Somersault with a twist Could have won the gold at the Olympics Sprinkle manure, I'm on that pimp shit Never see my sweat My game like Clear Stick Yeah, I'm buff motherfucker but I ain't Melle Mel Love makin' songs for the bitches, I guess I'm LL But no mic on the arm, just an 18 tatted on my python News flash, guess who L.A. got they eye on? Little niggas talk big shit after you hop off my dick, hop back into your Scion What's the fuss about? Haters shut your mouth Deep down inside, admit it, you just wanna hang out Touch Dre's muscles, ride Aftermath's dick You faggots talk about me more than my ex-bitch [Chorus:] SongtexteWhy you niggas all on me? Want me? Jealous fellas gossipin' like a bitch Maybe it's cause you're lonely And you want me No thank you, faggots stay off my dick Why you niggas all on me? You don't don't know me Fuck you niggas, y'all ain't shit Momma always told me Don't be A playa hatin' punk ass bitch [Verse 2: Taje] They say Taje is vicious Stay gone off blunt and swishers All it takes is one listen To make your misses my mistress I read the mayo on bitches Y'all know I handle business Known to knock out any rapper/producer or DJ senseless Now bottoms up girl No not them bottles girl I love your face but that ass could be a model girl I'm greedy and grotesque Free Scorpio till death Never needed them jewels, my skin bright enough to shine it's damn self When they gonna catch up to me? When they gonna catch up to P? Been a millennium ahead before we ever hooked up with the D.R.E. That's why the money pilin' That's why we be on islands Y'all niggas talk away, I'm Andre 5000 We don't even need no toilets That's what them rappers fo' We shit on them take they music, wipe and roll Then Mop & Glo The flow is cold, Antarctica, North Pole When I drop Timber, I'll let you know [Chorus:] Why you niggas all on me? Want me? Jealous fellas gossipin' like a bitch Maybe it's cause you're lonely And you want me No thank you, faggots stay off my dick Why you niggas all on me? You don't don't know me Fuck you niggas, y'all ain't shit Momma always told me Don't be A playa hatin' punk ass bitch [Verse 3: Indef] You force yourself to rap And long to hold to the mic You niggas look like you carry Kotex and baby wipes So put my nuts down I'm sure they gettin' heavy A few songs and now I'm charged like an Eveready Cliché, DJ Swine And said I'm no good And overlook my view like the hills in Hollywood And niggas wish they was hard, maybe part of The Order Until your Rover gets filled with holes the size of quarters I'm no killer just a Lost nigga for my Safety, I'll skin ya alive like a chinchilla I've been cold, you ain't nothin' I live through the winter I am what you ain't, I'm such a fuckin' nigga Serious, I'm beyond the mix And quick to get pumped up and start some shit Inch by inch I fill the room There's no more room on my dick so leave me alone [Chorus:] Why you niggas all on me? Want me? Jealous fellas gossipin' like a bitch Maybe it's cause you're lonely And you want me No thank you, faggots stay off my dick Why you niggas all on me? You don't don't know me Fuck you niggas, y'all ain't shit Momma always told me Don't be A playa hatin' punk ass bitch Aus Songtexte Mania