Rush Hour lyrics

[Chorus]
Look what these n*ggas done started
Groupie thinking she gon' line me
You gotta move a lil' smarter
b*tch is a dummy, movin’ like she got no father
Gotta think a little harder
Playing these games like I'm not a starter
Chop got kick like Lee and Carter
f*ck all the opps tell them n*ggas keep banging
Your b*tch wanna f*ck because she thinkin' I'm famous
When I up the steel no leaving n*ggas stainless
Tested my patience now he is a patient
Deuce deuce bullets lookin' like some raisins
I f*cked his b*tch and she said I’m her favorite
Roll up the pain we smokin' different flavors
Peso and pounds the only kind of language

[Verse]
If I’m on your block then you know imma bland some
You never dropped on a piece and then scam sum
Your b*tch tryna f*ck because she thinking im handsome
But I get money so she call me bandsome
Off the drink and I’m movin’ like grandson
Kidnap your man and I hold em for ransom
They found a man up steam like fanum
And she tryna f*ck wit a sweeper
But I cannot f*ck wit a leecher
32 barkin sh*t sound like a speaker
If that n*gga reach then yk imma teach em
Bullets catch a n*gga Like a cheetah
If I don’t got the knocks then yk imma beat em
That n*gga pus*y I know I could read em
I really be damned to get lined by a eater
The sh*t I say not cliche
And I’ll spin your block like a DJ
Touch one of mine you ain’t gettin no lead way
I catch a body then hop on the free way
I’ll clear 30 k that's easy
That's why your b*tch and her friend want a 3 way
Throw me a alley I dunk it east bay
I never listen to he say or she say
Yeah, n*ggas know I be buggin’
I f*cked your b*tch and I pass her to hold on
And I’m in the booth and I’m bussin’
If you reach on a sweep wit the broom imma dust em
I walk what I talk no discussion
I up and bang the sh*t sound like percussions
If a n*gga move wrong then I’m clutching
It ain’t hard to find me I’m out on Columbus
[Chorus]
Look what these n*ggas done started
Groupie thinking she gon' line me
You gotta move a lil' smarter
b*tch is a dummy, movin’ like she got no father
Gotta think a little harder
Playing these games like I'm not a starter
Chop got kick like Lee and Carter
f*ck all the opps tell them n*ggas keep banging
Your b*tch wanna f*ck because she thinkin' I'm famous
When I up the steel no leaving n*ggas stainless
Tested my patience now he is a patient
Deuce deuce bullets lookin' like some raisins
I f*cked his b*tch and she said I’m her favorite
Roll up the pain we smokin' different flavors
Peso and pounds the only kind of language