Silly Niggaz Lyrics - Up Close & Personal - Angie Martinez

On any day, in the hood 

In front of any building, you can find some chicks 

And what will they talk about? Niggaz 

Yo, yo get the fuck outta here 

Yeah, that fuckin bum motherfucker 

Pico and shit from around the corner, that nigga be wildin 

Uh-huh, yeah 

I know this player named Ricky, push an 850 

Light-skinned, slim, with a head like Sticky 

All you gotta do girlfriend is slip a mickie 

And in a quickie, Ricky turns into tricky 

Aiyyo but what about his man? 'Cause named Stan 

Run around town in the plush Benz van 

Ice all around his Rolex band 

But runnin his mouth bout his credit card scams 

Yeah jerk that nigga, I heard of that nigga 

The crew of quick niggaz wanna murder that nigga, shit 

He must be listenin to too much Jigga 

Buddy Longdough, he got no figures 

Yo, aiyyo I know you know Ralph, up on T (?) 

He a Puerto Rican cat, yeah you know he eat out 

Walk around town with the weed and heat out 

And he loco in the coco, dank weed out 

All over the world, niggaz got a story to tell 

Is you fly as fuck, or you broke as hell? 

What set you claim nigga, is you thug or what? 

What set you claim nigga, is it love or what? 

Rude bwoy name Brian, nigga stay lyin 

Got regular, but he swear it's Hawaiian 

Part time dealer, part time client 

Smokin up what he should be supplyin 

And yo that kid Black, don't know how to act 

Wanna keep the Timbs on when he hit it from the back (oop!) 

Pullin on my hair, almost loosened up a track 

But I like that kid, he can keep comin back 

Everybody back up, back up off the ropes 

All you silly niggaz are gonna have to back up 

We're gonna need all silly niggaz to back up off the ropes 

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