What Chu Here For Lyrics
| Song | What Chu Here For |
| Artist | Sticky Fingaz |
| Album | Decade |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jones | |
| (featuring Detroit Diamond, Omar Epps & Rio) [Chorus: Detroit Diamond] | |
| If you ain't got no dough | |
| Then what you here for? | |
| If you ain't got no hos | |
| Then what you here for? | |
| If you ain't got no smoke | |
| Then what you here for? | |
| If you ain't sittin on chrome | |
| Keep it rollin, keep it movin [Sticky Fingaz] | |
| I'm here to get them sevens on twentys, more guns than cash | |
| Blunts than hash, be glad | |
| I ain't down to my last | |
| I turn to a different person, face under the mask | |
| Or either out on the grind or | |
| I'm up in some ass | |
| Gettin them hos, fuck that, | |
| I'm gettin that dough | |
| And stackin it up, a nigga front, | |
| I'm slappin him up | |
| Backin him up, beef ain't no patchin it up | |
| I'm clappin you up, while morticians wrappin you up | |
| I'm laughin it up wit hos that be happy to fuck | |
| Packed in my truck, passin up a half of a dutch | |
| I'm slappin they butts, can't wait to get them back to the hut | |
| I'm here for | |
| Other People | |
| Money nigga, that's what's up [Chorus] [Omar Epps] | |
| O.E., Big | |
| High Scene, whatever you like | |
| Old deal, slash by and competitive type | |
| I'm better than | |
| Mike, the | |
| Jordans is up in the shelf | |
| Next to a few rings and a couple of belts | |
| Got a black widow chick, she be lovin me well | |
| You could hate me, shit, cause | |
| I'm lovin myself | |
| A glutton for wealth, these young niggaz fuckin they health | |
| All excited over pussy, like it's somethin to sell | |
| Yall dudes is geeks, yall really don't influence the streets | |
| The streets influence the slang that you fluently speak | |
| Confusin to me, tryna be somethin your not | |
| When them slugs pop you the one duckin them shots | |
| I go hard like them youngins that be huggin the block | |
| I go hard like | |
| Humphrey wit a glove and a glock | |
| I'm somethin ya not, quite frankly you could love it or not | |
| Certified number one nigga up in your spot [Chorus] [Rio] | |
| A'yo remember | |
| Candy? White too dope camry | |
| Big booty wit the small panties | |
| Used to smuggle yay' for the homie | |
| Randy Got the plushed out crib off the water in | |
| Miami She almost had me, | |
| I was gone off the fatty | |
| In love wit the way she called me daddy | |
| Had she, known about the city where | |
| I'm from And | |
| I ain't goin home til my bankrole's done | |
| Motherfucker's think pimpins for fun | |
| I ain't done til my greenery's weighin a ton | |
| And we could smoke big weed, just lay in the sun | |
| Hellafied when we ride, weed makin me buzz | |
| Let's hit the room right after the club | |
| That's what | |
| I'm here for [Chorus] |
| zuo qu : Jones | |
| featuring Detroit Diamond, Omar Epps Rio Chorus: Detroit Diamond | |
| If you ain' t got no dough | |
| Then what you here for? | |
| If you ain' t got no hos | |
| Then what you here for? | |
| If you ain' t got no smoke | |
| Then what you here for? | |
| If you ain' t sittin on chrome | |
| Keep it rollin, keep it movin Sticky Fingaz | |
| I' m here to get them sevens on twentys, more guns than cash | |
| Blunts than hash, be glad | |
| I ain' t down to my last | |
| I turn to a different person, face under the mask | |
| Or either out on the grind or | |
| I' m up in some ass | |
| Gettin them hos, fuck that, | |
| I' m gettin that dough | |
| And stackin it up, a nigga front, | |
| I' m slappin him up | |
| Backin him up, beef ain' t no patchin it up | |
| I' m clappin you up, while morticians wrappin you up | |
| I' m laughin it up wit hos that be happy to fuck | |
| Packed in my truck, passin up a half of a dutch | |
| I' m slappin they butts, can' t wait to get them back to the hut | |
| I' m here for | |
| Other People | |
| Money nigga, that' s what' s up Chorus Omar Epps | |
| O. E., Big | |
| High Scene, whatever you like | |
| Old deal, slash by and competitive type | |
| I' m better than | |
| Mike, the | |
| Jordans is up in the shelf | |
| Next to a few rings and a couple of belts | |
| Got a black widow chick, she be lovin me well | |
| You could hate me, shit, cause | |
| I' m lovin myself | |
| A glutton for wealth, these young niggaz fuckin they health | |
| All excited over pussy, like it' s somethin to sell | |
| Yall dudes is geeks, yall really don' t influence the streets | |
| The streets influence the slang that you fluently speak | |
| Confusin to me, tryna be somethin your not | |
| When them slugs pop you the one duckin them shots | |
| I go hard like them youngins that be huggin the block | |
| I go hard like | |
| Humphrey wit a glove and a glock | |
| I' m somethin ya not, quite frankly you could love it or not | |
| Certified number one nigga up in your spot Chorus Rio | |
| A' yo remember | |
| Candy? White too dope camry | |
| Big booty wit the small panties | |
| Used to smuggle yay' for the homie | |
| Randy Got the plushed out crib off the water in | |
| Miami She almost had me, | |
| I was gone off the fatty | |
| In love wit the way she called me daddy | |
| Had she, known about the city where | |
| I' m from And | |
| I ain' t goin home til my bankrole' s done | |
| Motherfucker' s think pimpins for fun | |
| I ain' t done til my greenery' s weighin a ton | |
| And we could smoke big weed, just lay in the sun | |
| Hellafied when we ride, weed makin me buzz | |
| Let' s hit the room right after the club | |
| That' s what | |
| I' m here for Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Jones | |
| featuring Detroit Diamond, Omar Epps Rio Chorus: Detroit Diamond | |
| If you ain' t got no dough | |
| Then what you here for? | |
| If you ain' t got no hos | |
| Then what you here for? | |
| If you ain' t got no smoke | |
| Then what you here for? | |
| If you ain' t sittin on chrome | |
| Keep it rollin, keep it movin Sticky Fingaz | |
| I' m here to get them sevens on twentys, more guns than cash | |
| Blunts than hash, be glad | |
| I ain' t down to my last | |
| I turn to a different person, face under the mask | |
| Or either out on the grind or | |
| I' m up in some ass | |
| Gettin them hos, fuck that, | |
| I' m gettin that dough | |
| And stackin it up, a nigga front, | |
| I' m slappin him up | |
| Backin him up, beef ain' t no patchin it up | |
| I' m clappin you up, while morticians wrappin you up | |
| I' m laughin it up wit hos that be happy to fuck | |
| Packed in my truck, passin up a half of a dutch | |
| I' m slappin they butts, can' t wait to get them back to the hut | |
| I' m here for | |
| Other People | |
| Money nigga, that' s what' s up Chorus Omar Epps | |
| O. E., Big | |
| High Scene, whatever you like | |
| Old deal, slash by and competitive type | |
| I' m better than | |
| Mike, the | |
| Jordans is up in the shelf | |
| Next to a few rings and a couple of belts | |
| Got a black widow chick, she be lovin me well | |
| You could hate me, shit, cause | |
| I' m lovin myself | |
| A glutton for wealth, these young niggaz fuckin they health | |
| All excited over pussy, like it' s somethin to sell | |
| Yall dudes is geeks, yall really don' t influence the streets | |
| The streets influence the slang that you fluently speak | |
| Confusin to me, tryna be somethin your not | |
| When them slugs pop you the one duckin them shots | |
| I go hard like them youngins that be huggin the block | |
| I go hard like | |
| Humphrey wit a glove and a glock | |
| I' m somethin ya not, quite frankly you could love it or not | |
| Certified number one nigga up in your spot Chorus Rio | |
| A' yo remember | |
| Candy? White too dope camry | |
| Big booty wit the small panties | |
| Used to smuggle yay' for the homie | |
| Randy Got the plushed out crib off the water in | |
| Miami She almost had me, | |
| I was gone off the fatty | |
| In love wit the way she called me daddy | |
| Had she, known about the city where | |
| I' m from And | |
| I ain' t goin home til my bankrole' s done | |
| Motherfucker' s think pimpins for fun | |
| I ain' t done til my greenery' s weighin a ton | |
| And we could smoke big weed, just lay in the sun | |
| Hellafied when we ride, weed makin me buzz | |
| Let' s hit the room right after the club | |
| That' s what | |
| I' m here for Chorus |
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