I Got That Video (MV)

[Talking: Webbie]
Boosie I swear to God I'm a hurt one of these bitch azz niggaz out here
Trill Entertainment Young Savage nigga I'm Webbie ya heard me look

[Verse 1:]
I f*ck a bitch till she real tired
And I ain't f*ckin with her less she real fine I gotta lot money I ain't gotta lie play me on dat funny
Style nigga gotta die why u spit dat nut out bitch apologize it's real deal G pimp shit bitch recognize bitch
Say get her some shoes then I reply all u get is a big dick dat certain size boosie dat 745 hurt they eyez
U got dat LI so I'm a get dat other kind I'm mothaf*ckin straight gangsta dat who is I get outta line I'm a
Spank ya don't even try murda murda kill kill all in my eyez me I take dat beef shit and tenderize it I got
Dem f*ckin skeletons all in my closet it no class experiment missing bodies

[Chorus:]
U want beef (I got dat)
Dope (I got dat)
Hoes (I got dat)
Dro (I got dat)
Money (I got dat)
Cars (I got dat)
Pistol (I got dat)
Niggaz (Get shot at)

[Verse 2:]
I know u heard to me that beef ain't nothin but a word ya heard I creep and serve bullets they swerve and
Calm ya nerves f*ck u nigga I ain't throwin no slurs all I know is streets and birds broads and cars and
Malls big splurs I used to steal wallets and purses now I feel wallets and purses all the real niggaz
While off my verses boot up retarded and send boys to hurses don't get me started cause boy I might hurt ya
Drunk as alcoholic I'll woop ya ass purple slap ya and kick ya and treat you like urkle slang u and bang u
No I don't think u heard me ku klux klan hang u the light u and burn u young savage what u wan do nigga

[Choru:s]
U wan beef (I got dat)
Dope (I got dat)
Hoes (I got dat)
Dro (I got dat)
Money (I got dat)
Cars (I got dat)
Pistol (I got dat)
Niggaz (Get shot at)

[Verse 3: Boosie]
Yo we come threw we stomp u, u owe us we trunk u we soldiers who gon to knock a f*ckin dog loose I'm a
Always be a savage I'm a always toat dat plastic I'm a always be smart lil boosie always gon wear masks I'm gon
Always hit dat classic dem hoes be all down with a wip so sick dat make u boys turn around now we burnin off
Da ground the sickest in the town boosie and webbie got dat crown u other niggaz bow down to the feet of
Some youngsta who gon see we body bad niggaz and we toe tag da feey f*ckin in da back seat we ain't playin
With no rookie u take dis money and we gon throw a party on dat pussy my life style is too cold my niggaz
We run threw hoes passin down like newports and rockin dem like new bauds(Girbaud) got served by the case loads
We leanin like dem Texas boys and we don't kay roll dis shit we ain't tryna stretch ya boy if u know me u
Know me from gettin loaded u know me from lookin sported u know me from pistol toatin u know me from candy
Coatin my cars rollin with dem superstars bondin my niggaz out when they stretchin behind bars (thug life)