U Was on da Porch

[Intro]
Haha, Authentic
Know what I'm sayin
Nigga I been doing this shit
Nigga I been out here Cuz
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[Chorus: Boy Big]
Young nigga, you was on the porch, when I was out here in the streets
So all that shit, running out your mouth, I know you're not talkin' to me
I get money, stupid mother fucker, and I don't hang around wit none of you suckas
I hang around real cats like Rondoe, and we get to the mail like pronto
Get to the mail

[Verse 1: Rondoe]
Ya'll just rap this shit, you niggas is actress
Kris Kross niggas got the game all backwards
I don't fuck with your kind, cuz you niggas is bootsy
All around town screaming ya'll gone shoot me
Like I don't be inside everywhere wit my tooly
Just rubbing and massaging 'em, ready to use 'em
I'm not a buck but I ride with the buck clique
Cuz these young niggas got me back on that buck shit
I grew up in that nickel, ask if I'm official
I been having shoot outs, been riding with pistols
Run my background, check my facts
I'm not new to this shit, I am original
But you, you so new, 2 thousand and 10
I be gettin it while you chillin, just watchin the world spin
Free C Dub, Phatz Loc, and ???
I only fuck wit cha if you real like Boy Big

[Chorus: Boy Big]
Young nigga, you was on the porch, when I was out here in the streets
So all that shit, running out your mouth, I know you're not talkin' to me
I get money, stupid mother fucker, and I don't hang around wit none of you suckas
I hang around real cats like Rondoe, and we get to the mail like pronto
Get to the mail

[Verse 2: Rondoe]
When you was in little league, I was in front ya mamas house
With nics, dimes, and dubs boy, passing 'em out
I only rock with the real, not the carbon copy
I had to shake the fake and get 'em from around me
For they had me stuck down town in the county
When I'm out and about, a hundred rounds around me
A bunch of no names, just tryin' to earn one
You better chill boy, fo' yo mama lose her son
Quit tryin' so hard, nigga to be hard
Everything'll be cool, if niggas played they parts
Now all of the sudden everybody wit the shit
Just a couple years ago, it wasn't nothing like this
And he braggin', like he the one that be clappin'
He be fakin', like he the one that got the shit crackin'
I don't fuck around with your kind, ya dig
I only fuck wit ya nigga is ya real like Big

[Chorus: Boy Big]
Young nigga, you was on the porch, when I was out here in the streets
So all that shit, running out your mouth, I know you're not talkin' to me
I get money, stupid mother fucker, and I don't hang around wit none of you suckas
I hang around real cats like Rondoe, and we get to the mail like pronto
Get to the mail