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Baby Bash
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Better Than I Can Tell You
Songwriters：R. Atkins, Ron Bryant, A. Dopple, N. Perez
Yeah, yeah
I'mma spit some of this real game
Some real shit, some real talk
Na, na, no, no, oh
Uh, check my watch, check my chain
It's simple and plain, the Chevy wit the blew out brains
As I bounce and mash, count this cash, floss and flash
Cop and blow a zip wit bash
Since everything is big in Texas then where's the zag's?
I'mma cross the finish line, tell me where's the flags?
Brought my rag top, should have brought the Jag
On the beach me and Beesh, look at all this ass
I could tell you stories but can show you cash
Give you game secrets that I know you'll pass
To the next playa hater and he'll break like glass
Now I got a bunch of people diggin' through my pads
So I choose to floss 'cuz who's the boss, let's ink it
It's Richie Rich for those who thought, rethink it
Some yell it and tell it, I blow it and smoke it and smell it
Let's spend tokens wit my people who sell it, what?
I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya, whoa yeah
But it's really nothin' though, but it's really nothin' though
But it's really nothin' though, but it's really nothin' though
I could show you somethin' dirty deep up in them corners mayne
What the deal?
I could bend a block and make it hotter than a Forman grill
I got the keys to the Chevy Caprice
I could show you mother fuckin' snitches straight to Belize
Now that's low, for sho', conspiracy and parole
I could show you real cats doin' time over a ho
I could show you poor and happy or rich one's that lose they mind
I could show you dime pieces in school fashion design
I could show you street lights and heart break hotels
I could show you young cats gettin' popped wit yayo
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Down to do what I gotta do to satisfy the man in me
And from the looks of thangs the popo's ain't understandin' me
The original digital scale reader
The pedigree playa who be stackin' his Velveeta
I could show you boss stuntin', so fuckin' disgustin'
I could show you rapper's frontin' but mayne it's really nothin'
I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya, whoa yeah
But it's really nothin' though, but it's really nothin' though
But it's really nothin' though, but it's really nothin' though
I could show you, I could preach you and teach you
I know you and where you comin' from, I understand it
This been goin' on forever dog it's no end, no end
Life is like a bullet in your back from a close friend, close friend
Disappointed to the point where I'm runnin' by myself
Never knowin' where I'm goin' start to wonder myself, yeah
Money was a necessity, my greed got the best of me, got the best of me
You think you smokin', Uncle B, who got the recipe?
I'm sayin' it's nothin', I say it sincerely and speakin' clearly, hey
I'd rather you respect me than fear me
I came a long way and still I got a while to go, while to go
You probably thinkin' to yourself what's he smilin' for?
My dog Bash about to be platinum doin' his thang
So if you hate him for it, boy you fakin' and know it
We takin' this money, big bundles of bills
I'm like a whole 'nother person when it come to this skrill
I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya, whoa yeah
But it's really nothin' though, but it's really nothin' though
But it's really nothin' though, but it's really nothin' though
I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya, tell ya
I can show you better than I can tell ya, whoa yeah
But it's really nothin' though, but it's really nothin' though
But it's really nothin' though, but it's really nothin' though
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