Текст песни — Better Than I Can Tell Ya — Baby Bash
(feat. A-Wax, Richie Rich, Russell Lee)
[Russell Lee]
Yeah, Yeah
I'-m a spit some of this real game
Some real shit
Some real talk
Na, na
Whoa-oh, Whoa
[Richie Rich]
Ugh, 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'-m a 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 and 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 digging'- 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 re-think 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?
[Chorus: Russell Lee]
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)
[Baby Bash]
I could show you somethin'- dirty deep up in them corners mayne
What the deal?
I could bend the 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
Fa 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 beak hotels
I could show you young cats gettin'- popped wit yayo
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'-
[Chorus]
[A-Wax]
I could show you
I could reach 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
Life is like a bullet in your back from a 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
You think you smokin'- Uncle B
Who got the recipe?
I'-m sayin'- it'-s nothin'-
I say it sincerely, and speakin'- clearly
I'-d rather you respect me than fear me
I came a long way and still I got a 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
Слова песни — Better Than I Can Tell Ya — Baby Bash