Cut Like I'm Cut ft. Alonzo Mack Lyrics

Do you know who the fuck i am

Son of a pimp

Ay man this ones strictly for the players and Ps mayn

We are keeping it peezy on a bish man

Why wouldn't we

You digg what i'm sayin

Absolutely

From muh fucking Portland to Miami nikka

From the 503 to the 305

The Earth is our turf

Ya feel me

Ya digg

Talk to em pops

Oh boy

Like Father like Son

Odds of losing slim to none

Been around the world P

You can't do what I've done

Yeah you sent a bitch but she ain't return the same funds

You ain't smoking what I'm smoking

You ain't cut like I'm cut

Like Father like Son

Odds of losing slim to none

Been around the world P

You can't do what I've done

Yeah you sent a bitch but she ain't return the same funds

You ain't smoking what I'm smoking

You ain't cut like I'm cut

Been around the world ay ya ya

Keep a piece on me no kumbaya

Thats Big boom FIYA

That thing go right through ya

Everything i'm rapping i've live through ya

I remember baccy in the day ova oven

Dreaming of this life that I live but i wasn't

Now i'm first class wit my cousin

Shipping big packs by de dozen

Women by de dozen..

Whips by de dozen

Thats 36

36 ounces in a brickd

Im dope

I'm him

Got the GAME four rm my pops

Straight locked

Boutta put the game in a head lock

Cant stop wont stop

Pushing down the i five

Gotta big ol' bag in my sight

Bad bish wit a fat ass blowing bacc woods

By my side

My hand up on her thigh

I jus wanna live before i die

Need a mini mansion, two girls kissing in a hot tub

And i'm fine

GANG

Like Father like Son

Odds of losing slim to none

Been around the world P

You can't do what I've done

Yeah you sent a bitch but she ain't return the same funds

You ain't smoking what I'm smoking

You ain't cut like I'm cut

I done touched hella tracks

I done stacked plenty racks

Knocking bitches serving niggas on the mainline like a Mac

I done pulled up whipping European

They know a Pimp when they see it

Wise guy

Stupid fly

Popping Ps cause I mean it

I been being a Boss

Cut from the cloth

He asked me about the GAME

So i gave it to him raw

Show him everything I did

Tell him everything I saw

Stay solid wit the GAME

Never go against Law

Keep ya business out the streets

Punk bitches out your sheets

When it rain bro

You know the GAME cold

You know you need some heat

The ING you got from me

Hold it down like gravity

You know the sayin go

That the apple don't roll far from the tree

Like Father like Son

Odds of losing slim to none

Been around the world P

You can't do what I've done

Yeah you sent a bitch but she ain't return the same funds

You ain't smoking what I'm smoking

You ain't cut like I'm cut

Like Father like Son

Odds of losing slim to none

Been around the world P

You can't do what I've done

Yeah you sent a bitch but she ain't return the same funds

You ain't smoking what I'm smoking

You ain't cut like I'm cut