Songtext You won't wanna be broke Bad Azz

You won't wanna be broke

(talking)Check it, brrrrrow!
That was personal!It's real with this
I came here right now to put a little hope in the hearts,and the minds of those have-nots
You don't wanna be broke, you wanna be rich and famous(
Bad Azz is a fool)well why would you go where everybody knows what your name is(
Bad Azz is a fool)[
Verse 1]I'm a product of the blockselling crumbs off this fifty dollar rockand my house is the dope spoton the couch with the door locked
Shorty K's on the phone, Lil J's on the floorthe Jeffersons on the tube somebody knockin at my doorwho is it?
I aint expectin no visitso shady, I answer the door with the 380cuz lately, haters been pushing my buttonsfrontin niggas get nothinit's like all of the suddeneverybody's want a Bentleyeverybody got a rapeverybody done been in a gang or sold a little crackHow's that?for history on Unsolved Mysteriesyou niggas wanna holla at Bad, you can get with mein traffic I'm a hood-type nigga made goodI'm the chronic wit it, stress weed tastes like woodand you should, recognize life is more importantevery second that goes by, it's only getting shorterwe order death at the burger standmurder stands closer to love than hate, waitdrugs are more abundant than fateand there some places about as safe as being nowhereclose to your gun out in Kosovorun on feet from the cops,with the lights from the chopper on your backditch the strap, with the other hand throw the sackif they catch me without the gun they gon' stretch mefuck a six, I'd rather deal with God and repentand on this one way street of life that ends in the middlethere's a little time left, let's hit the liquor store and get some liqour niggadrink away the drama before it leads us astraywake up drunk and do the same thing the very next dayand aye ayeif I cane I aint got enough money honeyreal sunny days make me horny, do you want meto spend a little money on your panties and a movie and some candy with some doobie and some brandy, and hetook her to the hotelto whoop her and let her throw tailall around the room, and check out about noonto zoom zoomand I smashed offjust to drop the ass offand turn the beat up, and speed upcuz this the type of shit that niggas thrash on(chorus)
You don't wanna be broke, you wanna be rich and famous(
Bad Azz is a fool)well why would you go, where everybody knows what your name(
Bad Azz is a fool)
I can see you don't know, exactly what the game is(
Bad Azz is a fool)I'm just trying to give you hope, that's exactly what my aim is(
Bad Azz is a fool)[
Verse 2]
In this forsaken life of sinthey got a cell for you waiting at the penyour homies is there, that aint never coming back againit's silly murders in the dope gamerobbed and executed over cocainefrom Little Rock on back up to Spokaneand L.A.'s the same thangthe same place the kids play they gang bangthey bang bang and shoot em upand who the fuck!got heart enough to talk to a pistolblow the whistle on your lifeit's like craps on the dicebustin' caps on a bikeflee speedin down an alleythinking 'Damn! It's somethin bout Cali'It's water or the Cavinaw maybe it's the bitches and the sunshinefool it's the palm trees, cool breeze and one time
This the home of ragtops and swimsuitswe wear Chuck Taylors, nigga we don't fuck with Timb boots
We 2pac wit it (what)We too hot wit it (what)Keep two glocks wit em (what)shoot two cops wit em (what)we on the block wit itraw, nonstop wit itrun up bustin', nigga cuz we aint cockin shit
We in the chamber off safetyyou in danger if you hatin all that envy and that drama really make mewannat ake it there, make it wearyou aint really safe out here
Comin up on your blockpoppin shots out the drop
Snatch my ski mask off, turn the beat upand speed up, cuz this the shit that niggas thrash on(Chorus)
Bad Azz is a fool (repeated until end)