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Purse Come First (feat. Bigg Gipp)

Purse Come FirstUGKAlready bitch

Trunk full of yay bitch, P.A. to H-Town nigga

Get on yo' money motherfucker

It's really goin down in the South

Sweet Jones biatch!(Uhh) Flippin' and dippin', sippin' and grain grippin'

Watch him lie through my rearview mirror, I ain't trippin'

I done rolled with the best and acted bad in the worst

Dick is a commodity bitch the purse come first

They say they with animals, my mouth is perverse

Ain't overstandin us nigga, my life ain't rehearsed

Ain't no rewind button like DVD

They never show the real neighborhood on TV (TV)

Ours ain't prison and "The Wire" ain't dope

President is the supplier, government got all the coke

Wouldn't depend on Noriega is it wasn't for no Reagan (Reagan)

While all the Christian holidays the same day as the Pagans (as the Pagans)

I look like this, I don't talk it, I make 'em think I'm dumb

I keep dick out they eyes, don't see where I'm cummin' from

I lay between thighs, she put it in her mouth and hum

Life is a pussy motherfucker, I'm gon' get me some

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane (plane)

No it's just another drone spyin on us mayne (mayne)

It's a new world order, at least that's what I read (read)

And big brother is watchin, I just heard somebody said

Jesus was married to Mary (Mary) and they both had a kid (kid)

And it's a piece of history that the Catholic church hid (hid)

Man fuck the Da Vinci code, fuck Illuminati!

Only secret society is Rap-A-Lot and John Gotti (Gotti)

This Halliburton contracts and war profiteerin' (teerin)

With Cheney on the board, is you motherfuckers hearin'? (hearin)

They send us off to war, kill our kids and got paid to

America, open yo' eyes (for real) these niggas played you (man)

And played me too, shit I pay taxes (taxes)

They let these bitches wage war against the evil axis (axis)

Pull up all the e-mails, memos and the faxes (faxes)

So we can really see what all the facts is, you bastardsYea, yea, yea

"Now where ya been Gipp? " Gonnnne 'round the world with Nelly

Leave it up in her jelly, swisha sweet we blowin smelly

We don't blog, we don't surf, we don't search neither

We don't trust, we don't pass, we just touch people

We hit 'em three times, ain't lyin/line like Adidas

Surrounded by killers and dealers and club geekers

Summertime, Dapper Dan, candy ridin coupes

Wintertime, snow suits with the Louie boots

See the purse came first, the love came later

The pussy got wet and captain D came greater

I do it for the Bun and I do it for the Pimp

For the hustlers and the gangstas doin' time behind the fence

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