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[Intro:] Yeah ha ha, I am Big Shot your neighbourhood bawla baby (Schyeah!) Puttin it down for these Black Wine pimps, ya hear? (Cos it's all about the scrilla, stayin on the for realla, y'knowhutI'msayin?) And don't nuthin move but the money, so forget what they tell you, y'knowI'msayin? Game is short not tall (Cos it's all about the money in the land of milk and money) [Chorus:] Get up off your butt You gotta get the loot, you gotta get a cut of that pie because they teared it up So bad and cheap for the rest, give it up, say what? (Cos it's all about the money in the land of milk and money) [repeat] [Verse 1:] Well if one times four equals four all mine It be them G's or them *?creaks?* that begin one line So find me livin it up as you walk thru that one way-ly See me in that wild wild west Songtextewhere shadows aren't wanted so don't even come cos ain't nuttin but a black thing where I'm from I see the police and wish they be deceased So lock your own self up because your just as crooked as me Who could it be? The mystery's known so why she say that Hoe raped the stick from the vanyard yesterday They got away, which way? Where they be travellin? How many sips of the Black Wine'll keep ya babblin But still managin to do everything fine And didn't I blow your mind this time So pack it up, pack in and pick it up, see what it's about It's BB and a G and a G - BB and I am out, so yeah [Chorus x1/2] [Verse 2:] I'm hoppin outta bed at a half-past 9 The Sactown sunshine gotta player feelin fine and refreshed, I'm back into my quest for ends but when you think it's over then I just begin You're walkin on a thin line frontin with Black Wine You imitators covered cos we're genuine About as real as authentic, G's represented coast to coast now who got it pocket, West Coast All you pimps who got dissed, come on in but don't you fiend We rock this like some dope now you can scrape it off your screen Lord knows how many flows it take to get you caught up witta mack almost every day Cos players networkin all around the clock tryin to move a couple crates of this motherfuckin fresh stock of Black Wine, niggas get erbed off mine So when I hit you with this 40 watch your blindside (Right) [Chorus] [Bridge:] So if you're stackin all the cash and coppin all the dough If you're bawlin like a player then let a brother know (That's right! That's right!) (Cos it's all about the money in the land of milk and money) So if you're stackin all the cash and coppin all the dough If you're livin like a bawla and you're outta control Say that's right! That's right! (Cos it's all about the money in the land of milk and money) [Verse 3:] Live out the cellar, Black Wine you can't fade Niggas bawl then they fall in the game cos they bitch made Now we gon' take control of this shit today You think you're laced up wit crank cos we keep y'all amped I try to fold some paper, maintain scrill Hustle up a mill, put tweed in my grill (So you can be a hustler like you're s'posed ta be) Black mobbed down South set constantly It's for the money man so get this scrilla 'fore it's gone Niggas slippin in the game, don't get too long I got to be at dat then an actor to this shit So when I put it down in your town it's a hit I stay in ten, I keep it twisted up like braids And high-powered times, high-powered rhymes get paid Black Wine til I die, black mind for life Do it all for the scrill, stay on point like a knife [Chorus x2] [Interlude: man talking] [Chorus] Get up off your butt.. Aus Songtexte Mania