Webbie Retarded Lyrics

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[Verse 1]

I'm stackin,rappin but if I just so happen was itI probably would be posted up thugin, sellin crack are somethin
I had 2 leave it alone cause the rats are something
Look kike my return won't be long
The streets keep asking 4 me
Young savage on the mound game ova now
I'm in Houston and A Town where's the mutha****in crown
I don't have no ****in friends
I'm solo now
Put my trust and my mack 10 ***** don't let me down
Just **** wit them that's makin me sick
Sbroil *****es don't want share
So I'm taking dis ****
I'm a 110 street cat and had my back against tha hope
No money, no love,just tears,weed, blood, and hoes
I'm like slim these *****s don't feel my pain
A ninety-nine problems and but a ***** ain't one
Ghetto stories, gangsta musik, thank big labels ain't come
Shitd we just trying see which one


I'm so retarded
And I'm gon all hard and
My game muthea****in ***** brains up
And I just getting started
They hate 2 see a ***** ballin
They rather see a ***** coughin
But rap money, street money I'm gon see money
***** ***** ragarded

[Verse 2]

If the **** ain't funny den I can't grin And if it don't make money it don't make sense If you really
ain't bout nothing You better zip your lips cause around here stuntin ***** emp yo clip
My grand so ridickuless You can call me da clips
Cause I slap all my *****es you can call me a pimp I'm like the hood candy lady
I got them chips
I got hoes wit J.Lo faces and Beyonce hips
2 home boys doin 7 can't wait till da touch
So many people up in heaven dat I miss so much
vest up up wit my chest and stomach not becuz I'm scared
But no they coming i hope they don't shoot 4 my head


[Verse 3]
18 riding lacks *****
How you hate dat?
Do it big bad ***** give me dat shake back *****
y'all ain't got do ****
Just leave it 2 me Push record 4 yo boyand lay back and kick up yo beat
turn up da beat
A pen paper give me one sheet Put a barcode on it
Disrebute dis heat
I got tha biggest ****in bug buzzin in dis streets
I know you heard a young savage Trill E-N-T
But you forgot bout me
Thought i was gone where i'm gone go
I run dis mutha ****er
I'm the spice in da gumbo
I'm bout my ****in paper man dats all I ****in want more
you gone gets wats mine
Oh no, you a dumb hoe
Still good,still can get you right on da down low
It never snow in Baton Rouge
I'm da ***** wit da snow
2 let y'all *****s do y'all thang so I hope y'all been gettin it
Wat up playa
I'm da new mayor of da city *****


Written by: Steve Below, Steve D. Below, Webster Gradney
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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