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x[Verse 1: Kaos] I started out small time, in the dope game Wit no change, wit no name Rollin dice, sayin "fuck it, I'm goin for broke" Same lil' short, thurl cat rollin in that 'Lac Wit that du rag and, and that hat Through the tracks, wit the strap in my lap I was Mr. Playahata, oh yeah Lil Papi Moppin wit my brother Bobby, rappin hoes was my hobby I always had that nah'jae crackin Girl startin callin me Chachi, Big Sexy Kooool, DJ Kao-sy He doin his thurlthizzle, when he's in the middle I heard he be makin them girls wiggle, grabbin they nipples And pillows, "Ooh, Ahh, Shit, Goddamn, Fuck, Mmm This yo pussy baby, Oooh you the man" Is basically what they was sayin, shakin they heads Sayin "Mmm mmm mmm", puttin they leg in they pants Some of them was skeet though, petite ho And they would deepthroat, and you know.. I luvs me some hoes But you wanna know summin that's funny? (what's up derty?) I got cute as mu'fucka soon as I start makin a lil' money But I remember back in high school, them 9-0 days I'm lookin both ways, steady gettin no play Now I see you them same hoes out, big as a house Talkin bout, " Kristen N., Southside!" (that's fucked up, yeah) SongtexteBut can we kick it, can I get them digits, can I get some tickets? But they always come up short of they mission (yes'ir!) [Hook: Kaos] Now I'm in the liife, prime time Urry dime wanna sit in wit the 9, 9 But see baby girl look I'm koool on that Uh-uh, I'm hella koool And you hoes, blowin em Now they see me on the big screen, doin big things Hella Thurl is now an underground king But see nigga I'm hella koool on that Uh-uh I'm hella koool And you hoes, blowin em [Verse 2: Kaos] STL, A.K.A. Hatytown Man there's so many niggas actin shady now Hoes be callin me they baby now Maybe because its gravy now But ill never forget back in the day when you used to play me out They be out, yeah hoes be spreadin rumors on they missions Niggas be talkin shit and still ain't got a partna pissin Urbody wishin they can be in yo position Mean muggin, dappin and fake, huggin ass kisses Smilin up in yo face but behind yo back they talkin shit Put urry thing on they mama, hood and damn kids Thinkin you owe em summin just cuz we made it big Sayin how Hollywood, this nigga think that he the shit But when i was broke rollin that By-State, tryin to cop way In the city all the way from Saturday to Friday It was just a matter of time, that I regain my shine On that radio, hook up wit mo and form Da Hol' 9 [Hook] [Verse 3: Kaos] Since we formed Da Hol' 9 clique, niggas on that jealous tip And hoes talkin toilet bowl full of shit Sayin "Big Sexy ooh you so cute" But a nigga like me, you'll tell that to a nigga That's why I play hoes out like a flute And urry wherre I go and no matter, wherre I go I hurr that I be talkin to hoes that I don't even know And urry time I, turn around I'm hearin some shit About I try to talk to a broad but I don't know the bitch (what you know mo mo) Hoes keep my name in they mouth like dick, man they sick And for some reason they be lovin that shit Talkin about a nigga on the job, in them beauty shops On them phones, up in them classrooms and even up in them dorms And I, don't pay them no mind, I'm out herre I'm gettin paid You know its all to the goody baby girl I don't knock yo hustle boo, but goddamny please understand me when I tell you I DONT FUCK WIT YOU... Aus Songtexte Mania