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Verse 1: Man, I ain't got nothin, but some pussy and some paper,
I keep a bad bitch like a motha-fucking Laker,
I don't love them hoes, no I just wanna break 'em,
Fuck the pussy till it's aching pass a bitch like Troy Aikman,
Man, Gangstas don't die, Gangstas go to Vegas,
We don't need no navigation we go where the money take us,
Motherfuckin who? Mother fuckkin hater,
Getting money on them fools like the first of fuckinn April,
I ain't never been a pussy. Have you ever been in pussy?
That's too motherfuckin good feel like a treasure in the pussy,
I'm a shovel in the pussy, a devil to them pussies,
Put a knife in ya face, Erin Nevel on them pussies,
Yeah, same shit different rest-room,
Stop playing I turn ya chest into a flesh wound,
Heh, yeah. You will never guess who in my guest room,
Now they call me Tunechi, it's no longer just Tune.
Chorus: Tunechi, that's what they call me man,
Big dog motherfucker, you a Pamerain,
They say fuck me, then karma came,
And since my case I got all my guns in my momma name!
Verse 2: I'm smoked out. I'm by myself,
Bitch I'm a king no matter how the cards are delt,
It's Young Money, or it's take money,
Long hair, don't care. Call me Jake Sully,
Fuck you, pay me. Or pay for me,
I tell them hoes stay on ya toes; ballet for me,
Momma pray for me, Goons spray for me,
I have 'em bring me your head on a tray for me,
Cut the bullshit with a chainsaw. Wayne raw,
Pussy ass nigga I'm at your chest like a training bra,
Tune tote that shit that rip straight through the kevelar,
Pull that bitch over, dump his ass in a resivoir,
Real nigga repitouir (Rep-eh-Twa), I don't know shit else,
Five or six blunts to the head...It helps!
Reporting live from the top of the food chain,
We eating man...Now what my name?!
Chorus.
I keep a bad bitch like a motha-fucking Laker,
I don't love them hoes, no I just wanna break 'em,
Fuck the pussy till it's aching pass a bitch like Troy Aikman,
Man, Gangstas don't die, Gangstas go to Vegas,
We don't need no navigation we go where the money take us,
Motherfuckin who? Mother fuckkin hater,
Getting money on them fools like the first of fuckinn April,
I ain't never been a pussy. Have you ever been in pussy?
That's too motherfuckin good feel like a treasure in the pussy,
I'm a shovel in the pussy, a devil to them pussies,
Put a knife in ya face, Erin Nevel on them pussies,
Yeah, same shit different rest-room,
Stop playing I turn ya chest into a flesh wound,
Heh, yeah. You will never guess who in my guest room,
Now they call me Tunechi, it's no longer just Tune.
Chorus: Tunechi, that's what they call me man,
Big dog motherfucker, you a Pamerain,
They say fuck me, then karma came,
And since my case I got all my guns in my momma name!
Verse 2: I'm smoked out. I'm by myself,
Bitch I'm a king no matter how the cards are delt,
It's Young Money, or it's take money,
Long hair, don't care. Call me Jake Sully,
Fuck you, pay me. Or pay for me,
I tell them hoes stay on ya toes; ballet for me,
Momma pray for me, Goons spray for me,
I have 'em bring me your head on a tray for me,
Cut the bullshit with a chainsaw. Wayne raw,
Pussy ass nigga I'm at your chest like a training bra,
Tune tote that shit that rip straight through the kevelar,
Pull that bitch over, dump his ass in a resivoir,
Real nigga repitouir (Rep-eh-Twa), I don't know shit else,
Five or six blunts to the head...It helps!
Reporting live from the top of the food chain,
We eating man...Now what my name?!
Chorus.