Outta to Get Paid (And Kill a Rip)

Chorus

I'm out to get paid and get my chips, and what kill a 'Rip
And what, do another lick
I'm out to get paid and get my chips, and what kill a 'Rip
And what, bust another bitch

Verse 1:

Steppin' out in silk slacks, Figueroa macks
Me and Laniak splittin' 1000 dollar stacks
Relax, homeboy, you in the danger zone
Niggas sneeze and get domed to take off your herringbone
And your big diamond rings and your Rolex
Took a good look peeped it out it was a Polex
Dog-a-bong lick, aw shit, let me out this bitch
Flossin'-ass nigga had me thinking he was rich
But his bitch had chips, big juicy lips
Proper ass, titties with some thick-ass hips
Duckin' baby broad because I figured that she cute
The pass headware, in between those big-ass kids
Oh shit, I bust, like a fully automatic
Everybody, at the party know I let them Rickets have it
In the face with the (?) space gangsta shit
If your E-Bo swingin' best to grab the bitch
'Cause I, fuck with no love with like 3 or 4 rubbers
Then leave her, but if the pussy's good, keep her
Ahahaha, walked up then grab your toupe
Though I take this K, then aim it yo' way
And lay you down, nigga, 'cause they bound to clown
In South Central, LA, where the gangstas clown, fool

Chorus

Verse 2:

Fresh bhakis out the cleaners, fresh T-shirt as well
'Bout to bail through the hood then find this bitch to do my tales
I can tell, it's gonna be, one of those days
'Cause one of the homies whooped my ass for blunts, out the ashtray
It's okay, the Tanqueray is still on the dresser
Look, about the half o' blunt I thought my homeboys took
I'm lacin' up the red stars to make my suit look duggy
Picks the brown khaki suit because the rest look ugly
On the way out the teel, I gets mine before I shake
Jumped out to the Coupe that I left on Pancake
Jumped in and hit it twice, zoop, zoop, back it up
Sport my foes, leave 'em mo' as I'm hittin' Figueroa
Now I finna bust a joint, frontin' all these scars behind me
Headin' back to the tour because I forgot, my brownies
Fuck it, I just hit, use and get some mo'
When I took the Alizé and some Henn' do, hoe, yes

Chorus

Verse 3:

Found 8, headed to Flakkies, smokin' one on the way
You stop on two fine-ass bitches only way to the J
I say "do y'all smoke weed?", the thickest one said "yep, I do"
This bitch was thick like 5 for 2, big fat herringbone, brazy dukes
I say "come here, baby, 'cause I know you're tired o' walkin'"
I'm takin' y'all to love but that's the Hennessy talkin'
Eight bitch got dimples, light skin with no pimples
Mine's flowered with big titties, and some hard-ass nickels (Ah!)
Damn, I wanna fuck some baddest eatin' me up
Tossed some bitches to the edge or tossed them hoes straight up
Crab niggas try to trip and got that ass ate up
Flamed up in the G ride, what that DOB like

Chorus x2

Outro:

Haha, Young Braze-a-Daze, nigga, rollin' with my nigga Lil' Hawkster from Crenshaw Mafia, Young SP, nigga, Mr. Laniak and Nut, nigga, Eightball, Kowboy, nigga, the Lanes, we doin' thangs, shit, bright red strangs, you know I'm sayin', and all that shit, nigga, woop, woop, C krossed out