Sad Millionaire

Can I do my thang??<br><br>*(Yukmouth)*<br><br>Speak on it.<br><br>*(Brownstone)*<br><br>Oh, oh, ohhh.<br>Oh, oh, ohh, hey.<br><br>Verse 1 *(Yukmouth)*<br><br>Uh.<br>Niggaz be havin the mutha fuckin blues,<br>like 5-0-5`s<br>I won`t lie,<br>homicide, <br>gram will cry,<br>pray for me that I won`t die,<br>suicide,<br>I won`t try,<br>bullets fly,<br>drive-by,<br>don`t let it slide, do or die,<br>you an I, slide by,<br>catch them niggaz off my side,<br>wit nothin to hide body die rot,<br>on they porch,<br>when I expectin some sort of drive-by,<br>type retaliation,<br>under styles I lace, MOBBulation,<br>lets begin breakin down the situation,<br>when, the end of our frustration,<br>so while we racin down the block, wit a thirty-eight, an glock,<br>the cops is waitin to umm,<br>accelerate on yo vehicle,<br>run down yo vehicle,<br>even if they have to gun down yo vehicle, <br>nigga, up in these high-speedaz,<br>police they be the Rosco Bico train,<br>swervin in an outta lanes,<br>runnin from O-H-A,<br>what they throw away,<br>eh, though, eh, way,<br>pistol,<br>every mutha fucka wanna peep.<br><br>Chorus x2 *(Brownstone & Yukmouth)*<br><br>Millionaire! <br>Dreams of big millions play.<br>Ever seen a sad millionaire? <br>I thought that money make us happy.<br><br>Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*<br><br>What if I was a millionaire,<br>huh,<br>a major playa on the block,<br>that a mac daddy, drivin a black Caddy couldn`t stop,<br>hella strap happy,<br>cuz niggaz slangin all my rocks,<br>point yo gats at me,<br>I don`t know where uzis to yo knot,<br>fo fuckin wit the big shot,<br>I was juss flat droppin g bannos on the ground,<br>be down,<br>that`s one of my shit, an get shot,<br>only the baddest bitches jock,<br>get chosen,<br>global shouts,<br>for bitches out there who be voguin,<br>on the collar of poppa,<br>brand new hundred dolla billz, an a choppa,<br>where niggaz strapped fo real, like Chubacca,<br>who got the gonga,<br>cuz I be high like phone doctor,<br>spark on vodka,<br>eatin lobster, bumpin Frank Sinatra,<br>Smoke-A-Lot be the MOBBsta, who shot ya,<br>like Vinny Blanca, <br>come back in the end juss to haunt ya,<br>plus I twist a Benz like Big Poppa,<br>what`s the big proper use,<br>go get yo bread an do what ya gots to be a,<br>millionaire playa.<br><br>Chorus x2<br><br>Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)*<br><br>Uh.<br>You niggaz juss created a monsta,<br>fuck a type, I smoke gonga,<br>in the Bahammas,<br>fuckin yo baby mama, <br>doggystyle (whoo,wee!)<br>two wow, you wow,<br>doubt man,<br>who wow "Bout it, Bout it",<br>niggaz be claimin they be the Ice Cream Man,<br>but I doubt it, doubt it,<br>be rowdy, <br>hit the paper chasin clout it,<br>sky up out the ugly four day la-la-by yo Cuttie like a ballot,<br>smokin blunts, an crunchin weed, sex,<br>fresh outta drug rehabs,<br>spend two g`s at every function I be at,<br>believe that, BITCH!!<br>Ya mind is Smoke-A-Lot,<br>grab bitches by the throat-a-lot,<br>that`s what ya told the cops,<br>I hold the glock,<br>aim it an fire,<br>retire another nigga, <br>nameless, <br>game is fo hire,<br>desire chariots fire,<br>light as I`m a tuck her,<br>we`re so called "potnaz", fuck `em,<br>an dust em off wit a choppa, I can`t rush `em,<br>gotta bust `em,<br>too skinny I can`t trust `em,<br>an when the mutha fuckaz got meal tickets you might have to love `em,<br>an that`s fo real. <br>Nigga.<br><br>Chorus x5<br><br>*(Yukmouth talking during chorus)*<br><br>Have all this fuckin money, an still ain`t happy. Nigga, still got <br>problems wit stress, mutha fuckaz juss think you got it made, they try <br>to rob you an shit, yo own potnaz in the hood juss wanna love you. Fuck <br>money, I wish I didn`t have it, cuz when I didn`t have it it was all <br>good, niggaz loved me when I was juss drinkin brew an shit at the store. <br>Now ya got money everybody wanna kill me, nigga, ya own relatives wanna <br>do you, skanless boy, this is Nine Skrillion, make a million bucks. <br>Millionaire.