Hey Bitch (feat. Jimmy Roses & Mac Roo) - Berner & B-Real

(Again and again, and again, and again, do it again!) Ol' ratchet ass bitch I see you out there, tryna get your hustle on Ain't no nigga gonna pay your motherfuckin' bills, bitch Pay your own shit, I don't give a fuck, hoe Mac Miller, tell these hoes what's up, man She sayin' fuck me, fuck me, she like it rough and that's rugby I'm partyin' where there's drugs free, this life to live, it don't come cheap Leave a hand print on her butt cheek, she give me head while I puff trees I'm on drugs, she on drugs, her nose just got bloody Sniffin' coke lines off my dick, she ridin' on that train She crushin' down that powder, I'm puffin' on this Sour Been fuckin' her for hours and I still ain't got my nut You fuckin' with that molly, she ain't gon' let you bust (blam!) Give me some while I hit the blunt, I'm in ya spirit, let me lift it up If daddy come, get my shit and run, he gon' see my ass, go and get his gun You a devil bitch, let me tell you that, feel like I been to hell and back You textin' me, addicted, you need me, you miss it She crazy, she nasty, everyday she harass me I'm fuckin' her to sleep and then she pay for my taxi Goddamn, the sun is comin' up That's the last time that I'm gon' be fuckin' with them drugs, yup She get a bunch of money (money), spend it all on drugs (drugs) Mobbin' with her bitches (bitches), never fall in love (love) Dumpin' out that yayo (yayo), sniffin' all it up (up) Go ahead and hate her, 'cause everybody does Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch) Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch) Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch) Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch) She got money, drugs and freedom (freedom) Blunts is what she chiefin' (chiefin') She ain't got a job, but fuck it, she don't need one (no) Drive drunk, she swervin' (swervin') Tryna fuck, she certain (Certain) Run around and stumble down, hit her head, she hurtin' Drunk as fuck, sniffin' pills, wildin' out, tell the bitch to chill Cup of syrup and a blunt of purp Which one of my homie's gon' fuck her first? (Woo) She in love with drugs, that pussy get licked up Picked up, then dicked down, bitch, tell me who rich now? (Rich now) You fuckin' with the Most Dope knuckleheads Gettin' money, fuck the feds, yeah, that Stevie Wonder bread (bread) Ain't a rookie, uh, that bitch is famous, Snooki One thing I won't do (what's that?), pay for pussy She get a bunch of money (money), spend it all on drugs (drugs) Mobbin' with her bitches (bitches), never fall in love (love) Dumpin' out that yayo (yayo), sniffin' all it up (up) Go ahead and hate her, 'cause everybody does Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch) Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch) Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch) Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch) I'm trippy mane, lookin' for a trippy chick (trippy chick) That like to get fucked up and do some trippy shit (mm-hmm) Paper planes rolled up, I call 'em "trippy sticks" (mm-hmm) Weed, pills, and the drank (codeine), she with it Juicy got money and Juicy got bitches (yep) Smokin' and drinkin' that Charlie Sheen liquor (yep) Up in this bitch (yep), keep two hoes with me (yep) Poppin' them superman pills getting freaky (they freaky) I like double D's (uh-huh), she like double D's (bitch) Shawty can't lose (bitch), she play on both teams (they goin') Hell in her mouth (uh-huh), her becky fire (fire) Molly, pills, orange juice got that bitch wired (she high) All my hoes got money and they keep me higher (yessir) Then I line 'em up for a ménage à trois-yer (let's go) She get a bunch of money (money), spend it all on drugs (drugs) Mobbin' with her bitches (bitches), never fall in love (love) Dumpin' out that yayo (yayo), sniffin' all it up (up) Go ahead and hate her, 'cause everybody does Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch) Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch) Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch) Goddamn that's a lucky-ass bitch (-ass bitch) Again and again and again and again Trippy (do it again, do it again) Some high-ass music, man This shit got me fucked up right now This music has got me in a trance I'm stoned like a motherfucker, nigga Two thousand and fifty, trippy shit Yes, I am high, for the rest of my life Was that good for you? Was that good for you? Was that good for you?

Hey, bitch, do you really, really, really wanna go hard? Go in the crib, steal your stepfather's credit card And take the car and do circles in the parking lot Scream at the top of our lungs like la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la We on that la-la-la-la-la-la-la Hey, bitch, do you really, really, really wanna go hard? Go in the crib, steal your stepfather's credit card And take the car and do circles in the parking lot Scream at the top of our lungs like I'ma take their money, 'cause these bitches acting funny They don't care about me, that's okay, 'cause you're not special honey Why you acting lovey-dovey, when you try and make shit bloody You ain't that zombie bitch, you is just biting my swag dummy (Ha) Oh my god, I'm gonna shoot you in the face if you stab me Sike, I was capping in my lyrics, cause that shit made me sound clean Only bitch I'm falling for, is if she's dead inside like me But that ain't happening so soon, 'cause I just fucking disagree Crazy how I popped up on the scene, just like a plant I'm fuckin' this shit up, 'cause I'm like that You don't take me serious, all that fuckin' does is make me laugh If you're thinking about me, that means you're jealous, you're on crack I've been poppin' Addies, to stay focused, eat it like a snack I'm so determined and that's just a fact I can't tell if I am worthy, cause my life's barely intact But that don't matter, 'cause I'm sitting here making all these stacks All these hoes, they callin' me, now that they know I'm makin' racks Feel like GTA, I pull up, put the money in the back My ex ho she callin' all the time, but I don't call her back VIPs up in the club, so all the drinks are on my tab Walk up in the city, knowin' everybody seein' me I need molly, I need acid, I don't fuck with all that weed I don't need to settle in, I'm in the club and I won't leave When she grindin' all up on me, I'm like bitch, like what's the need? I'ma take their money, 'cause these bitches acting funny They don't care about me, that's okay, 'cause you're not special honey Why you acting lovey-dovey, when you try and make shit bloody You ain't that zombie bitch, you is just biting my swag dummy (Ha) Oh my god, I'm gonna shoot you in the face if you stab me Sike, I was capping in my lyrics, cause that shit made me sound clean Only bitch I'm falling for, is if she's dead inside like me But that ain't happening so soon, 'cause I just fucking disagree

Stop And Smell The Roses Mac Davis (Davis/Severinsen) Hey Mister Where you going in such a hurry Don't you think it's time you realized There's a whole lot more to life than work and worry The sweetest things in life are free And there right before your eyes You got to Stop and Smell the roses You've got to count your many blessings everyday You're gonna find your way to heaven is a rough and rocky road If you don't Stop and Smell the roses along the way Before you went to work this morning in the city Did you spent some time with your family Did you kiss your wife and tell her that she's pretty Did you take your children to your breast and love them tenderly You got to Stop and Smell the roses You've got to count your many blessings everyday You're gonna find your way to heaven is a rough and rocky road If you don't Stop and Smell the roses along the way Did you ever take a walk through the forest Stop and dream a while among the trees Well you can look up through the leaves right straight to heaven You can almost hear the voice of God In each any every breeze You got to Stop and Smell the Roses You've got to count your many blessings everyday You're gonna find your way to heaven is a rough and rocky road If you don't Stop and Smell the Roses along the way You got to Stop and Smell the roses You've got to count your many blessings everyday You're gonna find your way to heaven is a rough and rocky road If you don't Stop and Smell the roses along the way ([email protected])

Hey cowgirl Hey cowgirl Will you stay on the farm Or will you come on back with me? Hey cowgirl Give up all of your stars to watch some TV Hey cowgirl What's it gonna be? Hey cowgirl Try the big city lights for a little while Hey cowgirl Sure as hell ain't no stars down the dairy aisle Hey cowgirl What's it gonna be? Hey cowgirl What's it gonna be?

You start as lil' bro Then you big bro You start as lil' homie Then you big homie Niggas know me The bitches know me Salute to the Goonies Do a stick up for me When I die blow some weed Pour some liquor for me Know I keep working the whip You couldn't get up on it I've been skrting' off since nextels was chirping off Looking at the stash house Could tell you what the dirt is for I could get deeper with it Tell you what niggas murder for All this fly shit that we living for Superstitious hand is itching I'm bout to get it though Can't trust niggas The UZI is by the kitchen door Be careful what you be wishing for Well to the well is empty What is money for Can't get nothing from nothing I prove different though But never say you gettin' the money Cause they be snitchin' y'all Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack This shit is dreamy Got me weeding bout Nefertiti Bora Bora for a week When I leave Tahiti Campin' ain't' easy but the game still need me Only reason I'm around still I never got greedy The trippy thing about life Is you could live forever Keep your name good In the streets I'm tryna' do better Paper drip with sauce Yeah burnin' nice and slow Another million from the road I'm tryna buy another home I miss the jack, big forty on my lap While I'm ridin' a lot of good keep dyin' Half a pound to the neck I'ma grind tll I see the sunrise We don't rest man We don't even flex now We just feel blessed to wake up In the morning and take another breath Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack Got my bottom bitch bliffin' paper When all the neighbours got the flavor like an hour later Fuck I hate her Mind tripped in like a smoke cloud When my loud niggas have it drippin' From the joint up in my fingers Dead ringers, Rig slingers No blue dreamers Our pants are gettn' fatter while your pockets gettin' leaner Every pack of lit do bring a limoncello so much sweeter Watch these bitches change up their demeanor The grass is greener A thousand lights, ladies bouncin' by the style in sight If you lookin' for the doctor, got to know you pound 'em right It's all gas, better haul ass like you got a hall pass To the spot, payment, all cash So let me light this one and make it smell lovely No matter what you do you could never be above me I keep pushin' till the Sun sets, until the break of dawn Concentrate, I'm dabbin' to the song Mind gone Handfuls out the turkey bag Move the pounds, blow the funds, you lookin' at the chosen ones Handfuls out the turkey bag Never rat, love the silence, you lookin' at the golden ones Handfuls out the turkey bag, I'm loaded I'ma throw 'em 20 pounds, let 'em work with that Handfuls out the turkey bag Long live the king, be a king, word to the jack

Shiftin' lines from the paradigm sublime On the streets of Cali, yo what's goin' on in town Wanna see my name in lights like a star gleamin' I wanna make you feel somethin', excorcise your demons Every day's a struggle, tryna make a bundle How can you stay humble when the streets love you I got a bad habit, I'm a winning-addict Livin' in sin, tragic life is fucking short damn it Can't afford wasting time when life happens Gotta get to everyday like the days are trappening Now we worldwide, it means worlds collide And we killing everything, so rather die We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate Lost in the smoke, I knew I came from nothing Inhale, exhale like the pain is nothing Picadas drops and I need the vein conduction Toke's real cheap if it's the same for suction Turn on the beat, the feejees came from something Hit the screen, spit flame and leave you a brain concussion We all play games though none of you niggas call foul New York nigga, but you know I'm smokin' that North Cal See ya landin' in, we have the right to the board now Rather smoke four pounds than hit you with the four pound So you want juice, then visit me at the store now I was gettin toward now, before I tore, tore down Global 4G star, hit you with the full clam I got to burn it let's be real I'm wit, burnin' it be real Twenty-four-seven high is always how I be feel We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate All dedication, no education Livin' life every day like I'm on vacation Beach houses seem to be my favourite destination Fake friends, I'm sick of seeing smilin' faces Look, twenty years got him shook Another loss took, cold hearted crook What a vision I just wanna see my daughter smile Money pile in the closet man that shit is wild Love the struggle, it just made the hunger much realer I'm on top, millionaire, ex drug-dealer I bet the smoke in my lung burn much cleaner Than burnt rot with a toolie on those street-sweepers Bulletproof Cadillac that shit is presidential Pretty model bitch, got great potential Dirty money hidden all in the Renault Top dog in the game, I'm on another level We move, work it, low rates through the whole State And watch the money rotate All gas, no brakes 'til my dough's straight Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Now watch the money rotate Whether the streets are rappin' we get it both ways Now watch the money rotate