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Baby Bash

Better Than I Can Tell Ya

 

Better Than I Can Tell Ya

(album: Super Saucy - 2005)


[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 nothing though (But it's really nothing though)
But it's really nothing though (But it's really nothing though)

[Baby Bash]
I could show you something 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 fucking snitches straight to Belize
Now that's low
Fa sho', conspiracy and parole
I could show you real cats doing 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 getting 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 understanding me
The original digital scale reader
The pedigree playa who be stacking his Velveeta
I could show you boss stunting so fucking disgusting
I could show you rapper's fronting but mayne it's really nothing

[Chorus]

[A-Wax]
I could show you
I could reach you and teach you
I know you and where you coming from
I understand it
This been going 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 running by myself
Never knowing where I'm going start to wonder myself, yeah
Money was a necessity
My greed got the best of me
You think you smoking Uncle B
Who got the recipe?
I'm saying it's nothing
I say it sincerely, and speaking 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 thinking to yourself "What's he smiling for?"
My dog Bash about to be platinum doing his thang
So if you hate him for it, boy you faking and know it
We taking this money
Big bundles of bills
I'm like a whole 'nother person when it come to this skrill

done

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