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[Verse 1:] Dear Mrs. Bill Collector I know ya just doing your job, don't mean to disrespect ya But we've been going through this thang since way back I told ya when I get the dough I would pay back But I got problems babayy Yea, if you only knew, I got bigger problems babbayyy Yeah, hey! So why ya talkin about the money that I owe, like as if I didn't know man, It don't mean nothing to me Cause right now I got my lil boy crying, and my grandmother dying, Could you please stop fuckin with me? Listen here, I ain't lookin for no tears, but my brother got a year, And my momma keep smoking that shit On top of that, I'm broke, please put that in your notes For the next one to call me up talking that shit And then I holler Uh!
Yeah!
[Verse 2:] Hey, Dear Mr. Policeman Hey am I wrong, or ain't you suppose to keep the peace man? I coulda swore that I was driving pretty peaceful So why the hell is you pullin over me fo'? Is it this black Mercedez? (Oh now I get it, I get it, I get it, heh) Or cause I'm black? Hmmm, maybe (haha) Yeah, hey! Tell me why my hands start sweatin And I hold my breath everytime that you get behind me I turn my music down, so you won't hear a sound, Man I'm nervous like I got a couple pounds on me You pulled me over, you frown on me, With your flashlight, tell me what do you see Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip, Every nigga in this whip got a mothafuckin college degree And then I'm like Uh mmm
[Verse 3:] Yea, my middle finger to the law, bustin off, tryna touch the sky My teacher said, "Impossible", but I'm a fuckin try Plus how he gon' tell me, he don't make the rules There's niggas dying everyday, man we don't make the news Instead they talkin bout some thunderstorm, cyclones, Timmy got his bike stole, Top story, Tiger Woods "be fuckin all these white hoes" Anchorman stop snitchin Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches, Hey my goodness, how ironic, On trial for possession of some chronic My lawyer came to court, man he was higher than the comet Hey your honor, is you kidding? How you sit above me? Are you perfect mothafucker, how you finna judge me? When you home you don't cuss, drink and puff like us These cops is bad boys, baby just like Puff They hate they jobs and they days be fucked up like us At the end of the day, you niggas just like us Uh! You niggas jus like us Yeah haha!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
