Slim, Ice Berg - Pedigree (feat. Dre Money)
Shouldna never did that...
(Uh uh oooh you did that)
Message today kids: don't eat subway...
(Okay I'ma come out just like that)
Today was pasta... tomorrow lobster. Just another life of
Ah Memphis mobster. You could never do this s***. Never ever. Not once
I did it twice
I did it Thrice cause I'm the man ya dig!
Mo money bring mo problems
Some s*** don't mind dealing with I want great things
You can pass it to the wing cause I'm good for three
Say a whole lot of things that s*** ain't new to me
Ain caking with the b**** that ain't my pedigree
These n****s talking all that s*** they ain't ahead me
They know I'm f***** heaven sent you know I'm cashing B
Yeah
Drop
Uhhh-huh
(Let me out right here)
Shake the hataz off (Shake em)
(Shake em)
Like Jermaine Dupri. Yea
Noisy a** h** she tryna jock a G!
Yea
Shaky a** b****. She tryna jock a G! (Shaky Shaky)
Yea
Hating a** n**** he tryna copy me (Always)
Yea
Watch this. Yea. Watch that!
I got a new b****
And she light skin
I got a dark one. Let's test the best friend. And if I got the cash I ain't lending hands
(Spread on em ice)
I got a bankroll
I smoke good gas
I f*** good h***
I'm on this good strong
(Go crazy on em Ice)
I'm with my boy drop...
Get hit with this droystick
That's if you talk slick my n****s they ain't going for it
They say he power forward
Antawn Jamison
I drink Jameson today I smoked a lot of weed. That's expensive trees
You ain't got that. You can't cop that, this b**** she say she want her f****n car back
Real Gas
I just copped that!
Get that sack and run off like a running back
(Run off run off run off yeuh)
You give me that sack I betchu Ain coming back...
(Betchu Ain coming back; that's take off)
I can't send them racks back (No-no)
Can't send no cash to ya!
(Them racks back)
Uh!
I got your b**** smash you know I had to do it
And I'm off that lean doe
Real Drank
I got your b**** hooked just like I'm f***** Kareem!
Yeah
I'm in this b***h with Ice Yeah!
The dream-team
Yeah
And you know I smash I do my damn thing
Hold on
Damn thing, I do it. Cash you know I get to it
And that gas stanky that s*** reeking like the sewer
And it's only one me No I'm not plural
(Not Not)
You a f****** Brewster
A f****** Loser
I'm in this b**** with Drop
N****, cash I get to it
Mo money bring mo problems
Some s*** don't mind dealing with I want great things
You can pass it to the wing cause I'm good for three
Say a whole lot of things that s*** ain't new to me
Ain caking with the b**** that ain't my pedigree
These n****s talking all that s*** they ain't ahead me
They know I'm f****** heaven sent you know I'm cashing b
Yeah
Drop
Written by:
Marquis Barnes
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