歌詞: Tony Sunshine. Momma Used To Say.
Intro:
Yeah Top
It's the T.O.P nikka.. it's the top not the bottom
Yeah Mike Beck Drop that beat
Chorus:
Now how you end up in this fucked up situation (Momma used to say)
Fuking with them boys momma warned you bout (Take your time young men)
And they ain't playing cause them nikkas want their money (Don't you rush the ghetto)
And now your hiding in your house and you kick them out
Verse I: Tony Sunshine
Betta check who you fooling with, no doubt I'm on some cooler shit
But my tooler spit, makes your hoes do a manula spin
Shit I chip em off, ship em off tommorrow
If they don't come back with my money by the morning
You know me meng the kid be on it, from dusk till dawn meng the kid holding
So have my money Homie have my dough
You Wrong, if you think cross me I'm gunna let it go (Wow)
Not Me I'm a rid em, Im Gunna hit em with a 40 cal, the bullet gunna split em
He softer then a pillow talking bout his gunna peel us
When I seen him nikka hugged me and he told me i'm the realest (you Know)
Chorus:
Now how you end up in this fucked up situation (Momma used to say)
Fuking with them boys momma warned you bout (Take your time young men)
And they ain't playing cause them nikkas want their money (Don't you rush the ghetto)
And now your hiding in your house and you kick them out
Verse II:Mike Beck
Ok I got money in my pocket, a honey at the crib
Car on the lawn, I'm disrespectful out this bitch
You can tell from the way that I walk, Gotta hustle like I'm Russell Green plate to the fork
Put The 8th to your door, face taste on the floor
I'm Impatient when I'm racing, pedal stays on the floor
Metal straight to the jaw
Didn't your momma warned you, not them the laws they run up on you
In the honor of my doode I'm gunna blow hammers, hurd them creep while your still in cold jammas
Hoes will jam ya', pose as canvas
Stay calm never rush it will expose your handles
Chorus:
Now how you end up in this fucked up situation (Momma used to say)
Fuking with them boys momma warned you bout (Take your time young men)
And they ain't playing cause them nikkas want their money (Don't you rush the ghetto)
And now your hiding in your house and you kick them out
Yeah Top
It's the T.O.P nikka.. it's the top not the bottom
Yeah Mike Beck Drop that beat
Chorus:
Now how you end up in this fucked up situation (Momma used to say)
Fuking with them boys momma warned you bout (Take your time young men)
And they ain't playing cause them nikkas want their money (Don't you rush the ghetto)
And now your hiding in your house and you kick them out
Verse I: Tony Sunshine
Betta check who you fooling with, no doubt I'm on some cooler shit
But my tooler spit, makes your hoes do a manula spin
Shit I chip em off, ship em off tommorrow
If they don't come back with my money by the morning
You know me meng the kid be on it, from dusk till dawn meng the kid holding
So have my money Homie have my dough
You Wrong, if you think cross me I'm gunna let it go (Wow)
Not Me I'm a rid em, Im Gunna hit em with a 40 cal, the bullet gunna split em
He softer then a pillow talking bout his gunna peel us
When I seen him nikka hugged me and he told me i'm the realest (you Know)
Chorus:
Now how you end up in this fucked up situation (Momma used to say)
Fuking with them boys momma warned you bout (Take your time young men)
And they ain't playing cause them nikkas want their money (Don't you rush the ghetto)
And now your hiding in your house and you kick them out
Verse II:Mike Beck
Ok I got money in my pocket, a honey at the crib
Car on the lawn, I'm disrespectful out this bitch
You can tell from the way that I walk, Gotta hustle like I'm Russell Green plate to the fork
Put The 8th to your door, face taste on the floor
I'm Impatient when I'm racing, pedal stays on the floor
Metal straight to the jaw
Didn't your momma warned you, not them the laws they run up on you
In the honor of my doode I'm gunna blow hammers, hurd them creep while your still in cold jammas
Hoes will jam ya', pose as canvas
Stay calm never rush it will expose your handles
Chorus:
Now how you end up in this fucked up situation (Momma used to say)
Fuking with them boys momma warned you bout (Take your time young men)
And they ain't playing cause them nikkas want their money (Don't you rush the ghetto)
And now your hiding in your house and you kick them out