$999,999 + $1= A Mealticket (Explicit)
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Huh? Want me to speak the real?
Speak the real man
Nigga, speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
It's a quarter after nine on my AM, FM
Radio Shack, digital motel, six o' clock alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit the grind
You can't afford to pass no money, I know you heard about that"
What, what? "Task raided Millersville, Ms. Miller had a heart attack"
Dude, that's some cold shit, ain't it huh?
I know, she was a good person for certain I know
V-Town, California, where I was born, raised and grown
And since 1979, I been a hustler on the go
You know the drill, my mission for real, a mealticket
You feel, we slowly but surely approachin' seven digits
Figurines, sticky doo hicky and Angel Dust
Mescaline, niggas know better than fuck with us
I'm pimped out flossin' in Reno in the casino
Big bid, fuckin' off feddie, I could've put down on a crib
I does that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem
Take a lose, take a lose don't make a scene
Nigga charge it to the triple beam, fuck the stress
I let that orange box of baking soda do the rest
Holler at my neighborhood chef, Raul
Known for cloning chickens and turning one into two
That's what he do for a living, that's all he's used to
Playtex rubber dish washing gloves and residue, biotch
Bullshit ain't nothin'
You see we gone keep this thuggin'
And mean muggin', jump until it's a done deal
You see E-40 and Sick Wid, it bring the real, nothin' but
What if I bring this back down?
Which one, which one cap'n?
You got to be about it or be without it
Be about it or without it, ay, you know what?
I smell you on that playboy, look
We fin to run down a whole tac on these bitch ass, niggaz
Niggas ain't smellin' this shit, we do this shit
Last night I slapped a bitch upside her dome with my faulty phone
That Heifer's tired she tried to slash my tire
Caught me in the bed with her cousin Tanji
From the track she use to hold my sack
I use to dick her down
Way back in eighty-six she use to look just like a sketch
But now that bitch got a ass, tits, body and boy, that bitch is bad
For what it's worth, the pussy smelled like Certs
Victoria's Secret
Now folks, just remember, I never said I thought about lickin' pussy
I said I never thought about eatin' it
Keepin' it and treatin' it nice
Fuck that, I'm a hog
I put it down, I'm from the hood
Where I live on the outskirts of town on the tuck in the cut
In some empty apartments, man
I'm a baller so you know I ain't got shit in my name
I'm strictly ghetto celebrity, niggaz get buried
Ready for combat if you plottin' and plannin'
Oh if you come for me and confiscate my dough
Let the buzzer be the bail
But my suggestion is to stay within your envelope
I'm block to block, swingin' on vines
Community service, put up stop signs
Uhh, hold the fuck on
Did you or did you not tell these niggaz to stay within they envelope?
Shit, these toddlers is green to the game
They ain't know nothin' about these tramps
Six bedroom flats and gettin' dealt
And held a hand across the mat
You see we from the Yay, where we control they minds
And put these hoes on the grind
Ain't got to but I still touch it
Went to 7-Eleven, picked up a traders book
And bought a bucket
Use to have a perm taller than the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut that bitch off 'cause see your partna had warrant
That I ain't even handled yet, although I'm havin' cake
The little homie from the hood, want me to put out his tape
He kinda tight too, remind me of The Click crew
'Cause they was spittin' that old high powered
Godzilla ballin' guru, ass type shit you can relate to
Wake to, 'scape to when it's sunny
Ride by, slide by, get at a honey
I know these streets like I know my dick
I can tell you who the nigga is that's about to get jacked
And the nigga that pulled the lick
I got this bitch on lock
999, 999 plus a dollar in a safe deposit box
Marijuana crops still in this roster
Kilogram, coca leaf and morphine
What about my niggas in the 415?
Look what they made
My niggaz in the city
They call it made
Top grade regeneration, uncut
Designer weed, straight hempilation, what the fuck?
Sheit, sheit, sheit sheit, sheit sheit, sheit
999, 999 plus a dollar, plus a dollar man
Plus a dollar, plus a dollar, man, equals a mealticket bitch
Biotch, sheit, sheit, fuck it
Speak the real man
Nigga, speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
It's a quarter after nine on my AM, FM
Radio Shack, digital motel, six o' clock alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit the grind
You can't afford to pass no money, I know you heard about that"
What, what? "Task raided Millersville, Ms. Miller had a heart attack"
Dude, that's some cold shit, ain't it huh?
I know, she was a good person for certain I know
V-Town, California, where I was born, raised and grown
And since 1979, I been a hustler on the go
You know the drill, my mission for real, a mealticket
You feel, we slowly but surely approachin' seven digits
Figurines, sticky doo hicky and Angel Dust
Mescaline, niggas know better than fuck with us
I'm pimped out flossin' in Reno in the casino
Big bid, fuckin' off feddie, I could've put down on a crib
I does that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem
Take a lose, take a lose don't make a scene
Nigga charge it to the triple beam, fuck the stress
I let that orange box of baking soda do the rest
Holler at my neighborhood chef, Raul
Known for cloning chickens and turning one into two
That's what he do for a living, that's all he's used to
Playtex rubber dish washing gloves and residue, biotch
Bullshit ain't nothin'
You see we gone keep this thuggin'
And mean muggin', jump until it's a done deal
You see E-40 and Sick Wid, it bring the real, nothin' but
What if I bring this back down?
Which one, which one cap'n?
You got to be about it or be without it
Be about it or without it, ay, you know what?
I smell you on that playboy, look
We fin to run down a whole tac on these bitch ass, niggaz
Niggas ain't smellin' this shit, we do this shit
Last night I slapped a bitch upside her dome with my faulty phone
That Heifer's tired she tried to slash my tire
Caught me in the bed with her cousin Tanji
From the track she use to hold my sack
I use to dick her down
Way back in eighty-six she use to look just like a sketch
But now that bitch got a ass, tits, body and boy, that bitch is bad
For what it's worth, the pussy smelled like Certs
Victoria's Secret
Now folks, just remember, I never said I thought about lickin' pussy
I said I never thought about eatin' it
Keepin' it and treatin' it nice
Fuck that, I'm a hog
I put it down, I'm from the hood
Where I live on the outskirts of town on the tuck in the cut
In some empty apartments, man
I'm a baller so you know I ain't got shit in my name
I'm strictly ghetto celebrity, niggaz get buried
Ready for combat if you plottin' and plannin'
Oh if you come for me and confiscate my dough
Let the buzzer be the bail
But my suggestion is to stay within your envelope
I'm block to block, swingin' on vines
Community service, put up stop signs
Uhh, hold the fuck on
Did you or did you not tell these niggaz to stay within they envelope?
Shit, these toddlers is green to the game
They ain't know nothin' about these tramps
Six bedroom flats and gettin' dealt
And held a hand across the mat
You see we from the Yay, where we control they minds
And put these hoes on the grind
Ain't got to but I still touch it
Went to 7-Eleven, picked up a traders book
And bought a bucket
Use to have a perm taller than the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut that bitch off 'cause see your partna had warrant
That I ain't even handled yet, although I'm havin' cake
The little homie from the hood, want me to put out his tape
He kinda tight too, remind me of The Click crew
'Cause they was spittin' that old high powered
Godzilla ballin' guru, ass type shit you can relate to
Wake to, 'scape to when it's sunny
Ride by, slide by, get at a honey
I know these streets like I know my dick
I can tell you who the nigga is that's about to get jacked
And the nigga that pulled the lick
I got this bitch on lock
999, 999 plus a dollar in a safe deposit box
Marijuana crops still in this roster
Kilogram, coca leaf and morphine
What about my niggas in the 415?
Look what they made
My niggaz in the city
They call it made
Top grade regeneration, uncut
Designer weed, straight hempilation, what the fuck?
Sheit, sheit, sheit sheit, sheit sheit, sheit
999, 999 plus a dollar, plus a dollar man
Plus a dollar, plus a dollar, man, equals a mealticket bitch
Biotch, sheit, sheit, fuck it
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.12] Huh? Want me to speak the real?
[00:07.47] Speak the real man
[00:10.92] Nigga, speak the real
[00:13.26] Speak the real
[00:14.80] Speak the real
[00:15.97] Speak the real
[00:17.23] Speak the real
[00:18.57] It's a quarter after nine on my AM, FM
[00:19.06] Radio Shack, digital motel, six o' clock alarm reads
[00:19.41] "40, get your ass up, time to hit the grind
[00:19.79] You can't afford to pass no money, I know you heard about that"
[00:21.03] What, what? "Task raided Millersville, Ms. Miller had a heart attack"
[00:24.62] Dude, that's some cold shit, ain't it huh?
[00:28.67] I know, she was a good person for certain I know
[00:32.92] V-Town, California, where I was born, raised and grown
[00:35.13] And since 1979, I been a hustler on the go
[00:37.64] You know the drill, my mission for real, a mealticket
[00:40.63] You feel, we slowly but surely approachin' seven digits
[00:43.49] Figurines, sticky doo hicky and Angel Dust
[00:45.99] Mescaline, niggas know better than fuck with us
[00:48.29] I'm pimped out flossin' in Reno in the casino
[00:50.96] Big bid, fuckin' off feddie, I could've put down on a crib
[00:53.16] I does that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem
[00:56.63] Take a lose, take a lose don't make a scene
[00:58.84] Nigga charge it to the triple beam, fuck the stress
[01:01.44] I let that orange box of baking soda do the rest
[01:04.33] Holler at my neighborhood chef, Raul
[01:05.47] Known for cloning chickens and turning one into two
[01:08.18] That's what he do for a living, that's all he's used to
[01:11.40] Playtex rubber dish washing gloves and residue, biotch
[01:14.34] Bullshit ain't nothin'
[01:18.31] You see we gone keep this thuggin'
[01:19.57] And mean muggin', jump until it's a done deal
[01:21.06] You see E-40 and Sick Wid, it bring the real, nothin' but
[01:22.57] What if I bring this back down?
[01:27.87] Which one, which one cap'n?
[01:28.83] You got to be about it or be without it
[01:29.80] Be about it or without it, ay, you know what?
[01:31.03] I smell you on that playboy, look
[01:32.30] We fin to run down a whole tac on these bitch ass, niggaz
[01:33.52] Niggas ain't smellin' this shit, we do this shit
[01:34.53] Last night I slapped a bitch upside her dome with my faulty phone
[01:38.34] That Heifer's tired she tried to slash my tire
[01:41.14] Caught me in the bed with her cousin Tanji
[01:43.01] From the track she use to hold my sack
[01:44.96] I use to dick her down
[01:46.38] Way back in eighty-six she use to look just like a sketch
[01:48.86] But now that bitch got a ass, tits, body and boy, that bitch is bad
[01:51.69] For what it's worth, the pussy smelled like Certs
[01:54.37] Victoria's Secret
[01:56.05] Now folks, just remember, I never said I thought about lickin' pussy
[01:58.18] I said I never thought about eatin' it
[02:00.04] Keepin' it and treatin' it nice
[02:02.22] Fuck that, I'm a hog
[02:03.12] I put it down, I'm from the hood
[02:04.78] Where I live on the outskirts of town on the tuck in the cut
[02:07.47] In some empty apartments, man
[02:10.34] I'm a baller so you know I ain't got shit in my name
[02:12.96] I'm strictly ghetto celebrity, niggaz get buried
[02:15.45] Ready for combat if you plottin' and plannin'
[02:17.74] Oh if you come for me and confiscate my dough
[02:20.30] Let the buzzer be the bail
[02:22.16] But my suggestion is to stay within your envelope
[02:23.61] I'm block to block, swingin' on vines
[02:27.57] Community service, put up stop signs
[02:29.23] Uhh, hold the fuck on
[02:31.73]
[02:33.98] Did you or did you not tell these niggaz to stay within they envelope?
[02:36.91] Shit, these toddlers is green to the game
[02:39.34] They ain't know nothin' about these tramps
[02:41.82] Six bedroom flats and gettin' dealt
[02:43.71] And held a hand across the mat
[02:45.76] You see we from the Yay, where we control they minds
[02:47.66] And put these hoes on the grind
[02:49.65] Ain't got to but I still touch it
[02:51.11] Went to 7-Eleven, picked up a traders book
[02:53.87] And bought a bucket
[02:54.82] Use to have a perm taller than the Charlotte Hornets
[02:57.29] But I had to cut that bitch off 'cause see your partna had warrant
[03:00.03] That I ain't even handled yet, although I'm havin' cake
[03:02.72] The little homie from the hood, want me to put out his tape
[03:05.47] He kinda tight too, remind me of The Click crew
[03:07.89] 'Cause they was spittin' that old high powered
[03:09.50] Godzilla ballin' guru, ass type shit you can relate to
[03:11.31] Wake to, 'scape to when it's sunny
[03:13.72] Ride by, slide by, get at a honey
[03:16.02] I know these streets like I know my dick
[03:18.10] I can tell you who the nigga is that's about to get jacked
[03:20.49] And the nigga that pulled the lick
[03:21.86] I got this bitch on lock
[03:22.96] 999, 999 plus a dollar in a safe deposit box
[03:27.24] Marijuana crops still in this roster
[03:29.01] Kilogram, coca leaf and morphine
[03:31.67] What about my niggas in the 415?
[03:33.71] Look what they made
[03:34.92] My niggaz in the city
[03:36.34] They call it made
[03:37.94] Top grade regeneration, uncut
[03:41.91] Designer weed, straight hempilation, what the fuck?
[03:44.85] Sheit, sheit, sheit sheit, sheit sheit, sheit
[03:49.56]
[03:51.88] 999, 999 plus a dollar, plus a dollar man
[04:08.53] Plus a dollar, plus a dollar, man, equals a mealticket bitch
[04:15.96] Biotch, sheit, sheit, fuck it
[04:17.98]
[00:07.47] Speak the real man
[00:10.92] Nigga, speak the real
[00:13.26] Speak the real
[00:14.80] Speak the real
[00:15.97] Speak the real
[00:17.23] Speak the real
[00:18.57] It's a quarter after nine on my AM, FM
[00:19.06] Radio Shack, digital motel, six o' clock alarm reads
[00:19.41] "40, get your ass up, time to hit the grind
[00:19.79] You can't afford to pass no money, I know you heard about that"
[00:21.03] What, what? "Task raided Millersville, Ms. Miller had a heart attack"
[00:24.62] Dude, that's some cold shit, ain't it huh?
[00:28.67] I know, she was a good person for certain I know
[00:32.92] V-Town, California, where I was born, raised and grown
[00:35.13] And since 1979, I been a hustler on the go
[00:37.64] You know the drill, my mission for real, a mealticket
[00:40.63] You feel, we slowly but surely approachin' seven digits
[00:43.49] Figurines, sticky doo hicky and Angel Dust
[00:45.99] Mescaline, niggas know better than fuck with us
[00:48.29] I'm pimped out flossin' in Reno in the casino
[00:50.96] Big bid, fuckin' off feddie, I could've put down on a crib
[00:53.16] I does that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem
[00:56.63] Take a lose, take a lose don't make a scene
[00:58.84] Nigga charge it to the triple beam, fuck the stress
[01:01.44] I let that orange box of baking soda do the rest
[01:04.33] Holler at my neighborhood chef, Raul
[01:05.47] Known for cloning chickens and turning one into two
[01:08.18] That's what he do for a living, that's all he's used to
[01:11.40] Playtex rubber dish washing gloves and residue, biotch
[01:14.34] Bullshit ain't nothin'
[01:18.31] You see we gone keep this thuggin'
[01:19.57] And mean muggin', jump until it's a done deal
[01:21.06] You see E-40 and Sick Wid, it bring the real, nothin' but
[01:22.57] What if I bring this back down?
[01:27.87] Which one, which one cap'n?
[01:28.83] You got to be about it or be without it
[01:29.80] Be about it or without it, ay, you know what?
[01:31.03] I smell you on that playboy, look
[01:32.30] We fin to run down a whole tac on these bitch ass, niggaz
[01:33.52] Niggas ain't smellin' this shit, we do this shit
[01:34.53] Last night I slapped a bitch upside her dome with my faulty phone
[01:38.34] That Heifer's tired she tried to slash my tire
[01:41.14] Caught me in the bed with her cousin Tanji
[01:43.01] From the track she use to hold my sack
[01:44.96] I use to dick her down
[01:46.38] Way back in eighty-six she use to look just like a sketch
[01:48.86] But now that bitch got a ass, tits, body and boy, that bitch is bad
[01:51.69] For what it's worth, the pussy smelled like Certs
[01:54.37] Victoria's Secret
[01:56.05] Now folks, just remember, I never said I thought about lickin' pussy
[01:58.18] I said I never thought about eatin' it
[02:00.04] Keepin' it and treatin' it nice
[02:02.22] Fuck that, I'm a hog
[02:03.12] I put it down, I'm from the hood
[02:04.78] Where I live on the outskirts of town on the tuck in the cut
[02:07.47] In some empty apartments, man
[02:10.34] I'm a baller so you know I ain't got shit in my name
[02:12.96] I'm strictly ghetto celebrity, niggaz get buried
[02:15.45] Ready for combat if you plottin' and plannin'
[02:17.74] Oh if you come for me and confiscate my dough
[02:20.30] Let the buzzer be the bail
[02:22.16] But my suggestion is to stay within your envelope
[02:23.61] I'm block to block, swingin' on vines
[02:27.57] Community service, put up stop signs
[02:29.23] Uhh, hold the fuck on
[02:31.73]
[02:33.98] Did you or did you not tell these niggaz to stay within they envelope?
[02:36.91] Shit, these toddlers is green to the game
[02:39.34] They ain't know nothin' about these tramps
[02:41.82] Six bedroom flats and gettin' dealt
[02:43.71] And held a hand across the mat
[02:45.76] You see we from the Yay, where we control they minds
[02:47.66] And put these hoes on the grind
[02:49.65] Ain't got to but I still touch it
[02:51.11] Went to 7-Eleven, picked up a traders book
[02:53.87] And bought a bucket
[02:54.82] Use to have a perm taller than the Charlotte Hornets
[02:57.29] But I had to cut that bitch off 'cause see your partna had warrant
[03:00.03] That I ain't even handled yet, although I'm havin' cake
[03:02.72] The little homie from the hood, want me to put out his tape
[03:05.47] He kinda tight too, remind me of The Click crew
[03:07.89] 'Cause they was spittin' that old high powered
[03:09.50] Godzilla ballin' guru, ass type shit you can relate to
[03:11.31] Wake to, 'scape to when it's sunny
[03:13.72] Ride by, slide by, get at a honey
[03:16.02] I know these streets like I know my dick
[03:18.10] I can tell you who the nigga is that's about to get jacked
[03:20.49] And the nigga that pulled the lick
[03:21.86] I got this bitch on lock
[03:22.96] 999, 999 plus a dollar in a safe deposit box
[03:27.24] Marijuana crops still in this roster
[03:29.01] Kilogram, coca leaf and morphine
[03:31.67] What about my niggas in the 415?
[03:33.71] Look what they made
[03:34.92] My niggaz in the city
[03:36.34] They call it made
[03:37.94] Top grade regeneration, uncut
[03:41.91] Designer weed, straight hempilation, what the fuck?
[03:44.85] Sheit, sheit, sheit sheit, sheit sheit, sheit
[03:49.56]
[03:51.88] 999, 999 plus a dollar, plus a dollar man
[04:08.53] Plus a dollar, plus a dollar, man, equals a mealticket bitch
[04:15.96] Biotch, sheit, sheit, fuck it
[04:17.98]