Wipe Me Down [Remix] (Feat. Foxx, Webbie & Boosie Badazz)
Trill Family
4:33I just wanna show the world That I really do this shit That I really make quality street music, know what I'm talking about And it ain't no mistake that I'm this good I just done seen a lot, you know what I'm talking about We gon' show the world The definition of real shit, my brotha You gotta feel it, lil' hustla We gon' show the world The definition of real shit, my nigga You gotta feel it lil' nigga I got my own voice (blessed), sing my own hooks (blessed) Fresh fade nice smile I got my own looks (fresh) I just like to make people happy (for real) Four kids, I just like being a good daddy (best daddy) But I'm a gangster and I rock shows (you ain't seen my shows) A people person, so you know lil' Boosie got hoes Damn hoes, that's a figure of speech Get a lot of shit like that when you listen to me As for my fans, I love y'all straight up Y'all a part of me so when they hate, they hate us Money keep a nigga going, the better things (house) Mane, I take it to the bank, I don't make it rain (boss) But I'm fly like Weezy (waddup Weezy) Plus the hood niggas, mane they believe me like Jeezy (waddup Jeezy) And I just like to have a good time Hit the yo, smoke one, and put my life in my rhymes We gon' show the world The definition of real shit, my brotha You gotta feel it, lil' hustla We gon' show the world The definition of real shit, my nigga You gotta feel it lil' nigga Father forgive me, I was raised on some real shit So I can't sugar coat shit not a lil' bit Inside, I'm sad about my dad Since I lost my grams, I ain't been given a damn But I still hold my head high and sometimes I cry But when I cry, man, I don't know why I feel trapped to be a superstar (for real) A hundred thousand worth of jewelry to end it And I spend it with no problem You don't like badass, then that's your problem M.O.B. wouldn't give a damn if their hoes holla Love cars, love broads with a passion (with a passion) I ain't ever had shit, so I'm flashin' (do yo' thing) I work hard, go and get it on the road Seven months runnin' seven-fifty off for shows, get it? I'm hood rich, still smoking that good shit Still got the same hood clique straight up We gon' show the world The definition of real shit, my brotha You gotta feel it, lil' hustla We gon' show the world The definition of real shit, my nigga You gotta feel it lil' nigga I told my teacher to her eyes I'ma make it there She ain't even looked surprised, gave me another F Or a fucking D happy you got a C Fuck the world lately, be whatever you wanna be Ain't nothing like a strong mind and some confidence Whenever you step out of line, it's a consequence We all overseas, we puffin' weed We'll make you niggas bleed yes in fuckin' deed Seven fourty-seven yelling seven fourty-seven On the real, we gotta be a couple miles from heaven The world tried to pull us down, but we ain't fuckin' let it I would have did some of it different but I don't regret it That's one thing about me though, I never been a quitter That seizure shit crazy, shout out to the hospital Rest in peace ma, I'ma be on TV (watch) Young Savage, Sweet Jones, Trill Family We gon' show the world (I'ma get on the TV, ma) The definition of real shit, my brotha You gotta feel it, lil' hustla We gon' show the world The definition of real shit, my nigga You gotta feel it lil' nigga