This is an off the wall Mid-West style club banger.
Tony Cash, Jugg, 2Complex, and O-Face Productions.
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We in the club throwin’ money like – What up Whatever
Smokin’ weed gettin’ drunk like- What up Whatever
Yeah I see ya lil’ girl friend – What up Whatever
What you wanna lock horns Ni#@$ - What up Whatever
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Black every season, ni*&^ made a pact and agreement
Don’t end up with my back on the cement
Only trust a few comrades, Holla at cha boy, I’m in the hood like Comcast
You could neva write a good enough contract
Night time stay hooded up for the combat
Lock me up I know just who to contact
Put shit in contrast where the Cron’s at
It don’t matter the music stay hatin’
Ni$#@ fuck you, you gay as Clay Akin,
My advice pray, and stay patient,
Move away, save, and change statements
Pay what you weight maintain the maintenance
Say what you say you ain’t made of Franklin’s
I’m a short fuse my brain just ain’t thinkin’
Blank out wit anger and chambers and start aimin’
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2nd Verse – Tony Ca$h
I’m bound to blow up like Apolonia
Got too many styles can’t rap only one
Catch me getting’ drunk in the club pullin’ blunts
Holla at cha broad like yeah hommie what
It’s a Ripple Effect all the woman know what’s up
A nice night on the town, for under 20 bucks
If the honey ain’t stunning I’ll put the money up
I’m a Playboy, like Sonny and Tubz
I mash on kids like run in ya stuff
With a kick ass flow, runnin’ a muck
It’s the Detroit city so we hustle it up
Ain’t no detour pretty you ain’t fuckin’ with us
I floss in the whip like everyday, Thumbs Up
Much love to whatever you say
Tony Ca$h Murda Mittin reppin’ up in ya place
We ain’t touchin’ on nothin’ if it ain’t uppin’ the pay –WHAT-
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3rd Verse – 2Complex
I stood ground on four coasts and
Stuck to Detroit code show em ya boy Tone, Buck em like Roy Jones
Ain’t sugar coatin’ shit, my showmanship’s, fuck you with a smile bitch go blow a dick
Come and stroll with a pimp Show you thangs you never dreamt
turn your house into a Bunny Ranch a nut bustin’ bitch
I go with the wild side, see where it takes me, smoke I say how High birds planes and spaceships, stay lackadazick grindin on the dayshift don’t wanna go Travolta give my foreman a facelift, basically I save my energy for this shit, so you can fuel up my fire, let it blaze til the disc skip My names on ya brain Foes, Fans the same 2-Complex Bonanza when I bang
Like a panther on a prey bout to pounce for my ends meet
Sink in my teeth and tear the bowels out these Emcee’s.
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