Ugh (ugh, ugh, ugh)
Oah (ooah, ooah, ooah)
Phsyco female blowin' up the phone line
You need to tighten that screw, it's been loose for a long time
I've been slammed with some bad luck
Soon I'm gonna bring you doom with the buck, buck
And now you duck, duck goose, I'm lettin' loose
With the 30-ought freestyle, labeled hostile by my profile
Must be all the madness, you and all your tactics
Jonesin' for my cash, got to make them pockets super fat
Hey, I'm a humble man, kicking out my jams like a tramp
I'm gonna stick it like a stamp to this business
What's with all the business?
I get paid to take the microphone and slay the stage
Stay away from all the bros in my band and all the fans and
All my friends when the cash is coming in
Or I'll be slammin' them balls through the wall
With the ink on my flesh and the "yes, yes y'all"
No 9 to 5, I'll still survive
I keep my engine on that amp like a Chattanooga champ
That's all we need, another bad seed
Planted on this earth motivated by greed
You wanna play that game bitch?
You make a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
Woah, you wanna play that game bitch?
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck, you're so, stuck
♪
(Stuck) Deep down in that hole again
(Stuck) Got your brain on my green again
(Stuck) You're so, you're so, you're so
(Stuck) You don't even know
All I wanted was a Pepsi, just one Pepsi
Far from suicidal, still I get them tendencies
Bringing back them memories that I really miss
When I reminisce rocking back in the '80's
Live my attitude to do or die
Once I was a maggot, but now I'm just super fly
Bound for the boundaries, no limit G
Fat ass rhythms driven by my destiny
Your style's in my pocket
Proclaimed to regain that essence
Pressin' 'cause I'm hostile, labeled by my profile
Indeed, I am, I am indeed hostile when it comes to greed
You wanna play that game bitch?
You make a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
Woah, you wanna play that game bitch?
You take a dash for my cash, it's your ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck, you're so, stuck
♪
(Stuck) Deep down in that hole again
(Stuck) Got your brain on my green again
(Stuck) You're so, you're so, you're so
(Stuck) You don't even know
Aw yeah, ain't nutin' like a greedy bitch
Diggin', diggin', diggin', diggin', diggin' so deep for that greed
Yeah
Yeah
All I know, all I know, yeah
That you must be fucked up in that head
I got a little problem, just one question, biatch
Why, why you wanna be like that?
Why, why you gotta be like that?
You wanna be like that
Why, why you wanna be like that? Why, why you wanna be like that?
Why, why you gotta be like that?
Why, why you wanna be like that? Why the fuck you wanna be like that?
Why, why, why you gotta be like that? Why the fuck you wanna be like that?
Why, why, why, why, why, why you gotta be?
Why, why, why, you wanna be like that?
Why, why, why you gotta dig in my business, you fucking whore?
Stuck on yourself, you are
You take a dash for my cash, it's that ass that I'm blasting
Stuck on yourself, you whore
You take a dash for my cash, it's that ass that I'm blasting
You're bad luck, you're so, stuck
♪
(Stuck) Deep down in that hole again
(Stuck) Got your brain on my green again
(Stuck) You're so, you're so, you're so
(Stuck) In your head, you don't even know
Live on tape biatch, don't fuck with us