Yung Budd - Rep Ya Family lyrics
rate me[Intro: Buddha Monk]They ain't know?Buddy Love, Buddha MonkFat Tone Records, Duck-Lo RecordsAgent Stealth, Mr. Tibbs, Captain Save-A-Hoe[Buddha Monk]Yo, let's get the party started, it's Duck-Lo and Fat ToneYou disrespect that, someone be knocking at ya homeCome to, show these cats, real raps and real gatsNo need for you to fill out, unless we at the party you atI'm a made cat, we strictly love Buddha BlackBig cootie from the back, hold on it like ThundercatsNo party done, unless Duck-Lo get crunkFat Tone get crunk, Buddy Love gets crunk[Yung Budd]Aiyo, eyes all chinky, can't do meGuess who stepped in, L-O-V-EFirst name, Budd, you know who I...Aiyo, Buddha (How you do it, Budd?) We stay highBottle popping ain't only expectedWe don't even hit the library if our gats ain't packingDough ain't stacking, if the bar ain't bought out, word is bond, we coat jacking[Chorus: Buddha Monk (Yung Budd)]Aiyo, we got dough (got dough) Got cheese (got cheese)(We do it up for the Fat Tone family)Aiyo, we got dough (got dough) Got cheese (got cheese)We do it up for the Duck-Lo family[Buddha Monk]You could holla at ya boy if the Price is RightNigga, I used to use ya money to pay for that iceSpit sixteen, need for sixty thou' of them thingsNow I'm living a little closer to an Iverson dreamDuck-Lo in the bing, off with ya girl or ya dreamsShe said she loved the way I made her ting-a-ling-a-lingDon't hate the player, just hate that I played yaI'm a all-star major, read in every paperLoose lips don't sink ships on park benchGet you stuck up and robbed for yo' whipI stay drunk but never slip, armed with my clipsSurround ya whole house, you be like "Huh? What's this?"It's me, Daddy Warbucks, shutting up yo' what what?Taking the streets from all you punk fucksFifty/fifty love won't get you drippy-drippy bloodMy sticky-sticky rug, chalk with ya presents[Chorus 2 2X: Buddha Monk (Yung Budd)]Aiyo, we got dough (got dough) Got cheese (got cheese)We do it up for the Duck-Lo familyAiyo, we got dough (got dough) Got cheese (got cheese)(We do it up for the Fat Tone family)[Yung Budd]Aiyo, we back on the scene, Budd and 'BucksGot dough, stack chips, ladies call me UshI get the butts, and my ear stay gleamingThree-way ring and, chicks want semenInfrared beaming, cuz if you sticking meI tell ya boys, "Get naked, down on ya knees"Bound to squeeze, we see y'all rolling, poundsAll iced out, gambling, holding it downFirebird with trucks, Fat Tone and 'BucksSlumped in the trunk, filling Phillie with chunksYou know I never talk madness, cuz I'm more quietWhen we busting that, yo that's a wrapCome and check me now (Brooklyn)We ain't riding with clowns, got shit nowFeel me, niggaz? And when we coming on, we coming on with the get down[Chorus][Outro: Buddha Monk]Niggaz...
