Don't U Be Greedy Lyrics - Singles - Unlv

{yella talkin'} 

My dog gonna be home with a story to tell 

Ya see, y'all know what I'm talkin' bout 

{yella boy} 

Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes 

Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes 

Twerk all right getty up eddie bow 

Bounce for that outfit twerk for that elflic 

Brawl for that polaroid then go get ya two slugs 

I don't have nothin' if I don't have you 

Like whitney even said, I will always love ya to 

Bounce for that outfit the one's who mean it 

Won't ya bounce for that outfit and don't ya be greedy 

Don't don't be greedy, don't don't cha be greedy 

Shhh, bout to make me go to far 

Unless ya bout the whole third they called 

Ya see, ya won't some nine seven lincoln's 

With boo-koo sound, you can hear us if ya comin' around 

It's best ya get the right kind of disk to listen to me 

I want means and tina marie 

It's best you get a built in alarm 'cause I got me a gat and 

I'm a try to set the whole third on the back 

Ya get it, got to get it right nigga, handle ya business 

Oops, there they go to roux's five o 

Stash-o left his bundle sittin' on the ramp 

Stash-o bundle must be dippin' out the cut 

Stash-o bundle must be sittin' on the ramp 

I'm always jumpin' shop never dressin' like a champ 

I'm up early in the mornin' on the breakfast smokin' weed 

I'm bout to go to regal scoop, fresh pair of arena's 

I went on deli shake and dressed mighty gentle 

I said look at my snaps and bout another rental 

I brought my nigga to nickel's 'cause that was a school 

Tellin' all them ninth ward nigga's that the third ward rules 

I walked into the school and standin' on the yard 

A chick snuck and asked me was I from the third ward 

Nigga's came out the buildin' and they was bootin' me up 

I grabbed the clip out my pockets and made them coward's duck 

I told my o'l lady I'll be back to see 

I went to mac melph calio a booker t 

So they pilled up in a trooper I was gasin' it 

Boo-koo, ak's, mac's pump's and shit and i 

Was so darn able goin' out st. claud 

With my kangol to the back representin' the third ward 

Chorus: 

Don't ya be greedy don't don't be greedy 

Don't don't cha be greedy 

Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes 

Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes 

Twerk all right getty up eddie bow 

Bounce for that outfit twerk for that elflic 

Brawl for that polaroid then go get ya two slugs 

I don't have nothin' if I don't have you 

Like whitney even said, I will always love ya to 

Bounce for that outfit the one's who mean it 

Won't ya bounce for that outfit and don't ya be greedy 

Don't don't be greedy, don't don't cha be greedy 

{yella boy} 

Higgy hop the fence, put the gun's in the grass 

You can see the rep smoke poppin' out they ass 

See we caught seven nigga's slippin' in the class room 

Try'na jump out the window but they couldn't and 

I don't mind dyin' I see that shit 

Five nigga's got killed let's go hop the fence quick 

Chorus: 

{yella boy} 

On the real like a man you got's to be real 

If you hangin' in that third, you best's be out to kill 

'cause we walk by, fight by, drive by to 

Hang a forty five and a ap medal to 

Bounce baby bounce or boot up bitch 

Where dey at get the gat first 

I got's to take a piss 

I'm a magnolia man, a calio king 

I'm servin' boo-koo dog hoes out the melpomene 

I know ya thought I wouldn't be back 

But ya can't keep me down,don't forget about the "u" 

And the cah money clown, twerk all right 

Getty up eddie bow, I'm a serve ya body up when 

I get in the shower, I'm a good lookin' rapper 

I ain't try'na front, I'm a good lookin' rapper I ain't 

Try'na stunt, next week I'm gettin' the rental and 

The royal blue, with the white interior and gold dayton's to 

Go dj, that's my dj, go dj, that's my dj 

Chorus: 

Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes 

Me rat a tat, tat tat tat, on you dog hoes 

Don't ya be greedy don't don't be greedy 

Don't don't cha be greedy 

{yella boy} 

Me and my dj, mannie fresh we done shut the pieces 

We fuckin' wive's, we fuckin' daugher's, and even niece's 

These hoes like mosquitos suckin' dick and lickin' nut's 

Fuckin', doggin', leavin', makin' 'em run behind that dick 

I be servin' 'em puttin' 'em up 'cause I'm a fool from that three 

Yella boy, mannie fresh, we win the contest 

I must confess we rank as the best 

I spin the bin with hot bullet's I hope ya got yo vest 

Nigga, on the real in this nine seven area 

I be in the n-o-l-i-a area if ya scared 

Ya end up in the back of the dumpster 

With two to the motherfuckin' head 

Go dj, go dj, go dj, that's my dj, that's my dj 

Chorus:{from last verse}