Rasta Music
[Phone Conversation: T.Y. and B.G.]
B.G.: How the beat go?
T.Y.: It sound just like a lil Rasta beat, ya heard me like one of them **makes beat with his mouth** like one of those
B.G.: (?)
T.Y.: Yea ya heard me but that bitch sound cool
B.G.: Yea, alright alright alright
[Verse 1: T.Y.]
Bitch I'm doing me
It ain't hard to see
My brother Roddy said he rep that 1 behind the 3
Dreads in my head got the people watching me
Fly clean back nigga they plotting on me possibly
On a come up quick
Everything we ever spoke on man we done that shit
Love was high, before she even put the cone to her lip
Fuck that lacking all my niggas always stacking them chips
JLR getting rich
I'm a walking lick, say these hoes don't do that shit
My fingers thick, cause I forgot my grind a bitch
Son of a Gangsta, I don't fuck around with you niggas
Over that paper, I turn into a wig splitter
[Chorus: T.Y.](x2)
And bitch I'm getting money, and I ain't never hating
Dreads in my head people thinking I'm Jamaican
Smoking on this herb got me looking like a Asian
Jets up over bitches I ain't worrying bout you baby
[Verse 2: Young Roddy]
And I was posted with my partnas
Burning on that ganja
Got money in my closet hope the feds will never find it
Got a white bitch from Milwaukee, she look just like Madonna
I swear shorty be wilin' she won't fuck without no condom
Gimme brain she give me knowledge
Though she never been to college
Was hungry like a hostage now I'm shining like a diamond
See T.Y. that's my brother from another momma
And if he ever need me shit I might just catch a hommie
I know a chick named (?) ass so fat this chick can't hide it
I passed her to my brother time to see if this hoe bout it
They said I'm always quiet, that's cause I'm always plotting
Rest in peace to D Wee, bitch free my nigga P.G
[Chorus: T.Y.](x2)
And bitch I'm getting money, and I ain't never hating
Dreads in my head people thinking I'm Jamaican
Smoking on this herb got me looking like a Asian
Jets up over bitches I ain't worrying bout you baby