|
Intro] |
|
you ready, don't you know dawg? |
|
J.L., Big Al, come on and roll wit me |
|
Suella (laughing) |
|
This is for all y'all, look |
|
Just cause I call myself Pretty they think I'm |
|
arrogant or somethin' |
|
Dawg I'm just talkin' about Pretty life playboy |
|
That's how we do it up herre |
|
You know what I'm sayin, look |
|
[Verse] |
|
Why can't I call myself Pretty (Pretty) |
|
If you thugged out, cleaned up, seen us, all black |
|
truck and blinged up |
|
Big bucks must be made and not truss |
|
No one can do it betta' than us, so playa what |
|
I'm a small cat, but I'm ready for action |
|
When it comes to freakin' women |
|
I get down like Jesse Jackson, I'm maxin' |
|
Man, I'm as cool as a fan, in Dark Times |
|
All cats, leavin' ya straight for Frontline |
|
But the haters keep on talkin' to me daily (daily) |
|
The hell with conversation playa, pay me (pay me) |
|
Got safe, got me out the cracks (the slums) |
|
I'm a playa rockin' shows leavin' record ???, it's fun |
|
Hard work and dedication will pay, just a dose of |
|
Pretty Willie will keep the doctor away |
|
What more can I say, the truth and nothin' but the truth |
|
But for them haters that didn't want it |
|
yo this one's for you (I'm like) |
|
[Chorus: 2x] |
|
Na Na Na Na Naaa (Na Na Na Na Naaa) |
|
Naaa Na Na Na Naaa (Naaa Na Na Na Naaa) |
|
I'm just Suella, makin' my life betta' |
|
Got cr'me, feddy, and chedda', ready to do whatever |
|
[Verse] |
|
It seem like y'all (y'all) cats (cats) |
|
Claimin' to be real, y'all need to stop (stop) that |
|
(that) |
|
Cause when it come to rhymin' it's like a storm, did that |
|
Avoidin' them cats, them oily gats |
|
So looks like were sergeant, they can geuss |
|
My ride is stoppin' all y'all like stop signs |
|
More cock than a glock 9, shoot nineteen times |
|
When it come to rhyme, it seem like y'all addicted to mine |
|
Makazumas line up in a single-file line |
|
Ready to hit it hot (hold up) |
|
That dawg spit like that bunny the dummy |
|
I can't quit droppin' hits, the day, for me to getcha |
|
The first realla, to fake y'all like George Gipper, the big gimper |
|
On a scale of 1 to 10, I can't be like you |
|
Wack lil' crews I choose the souf like their a flu |
|
What you would, chill and freeze, boy please |
|
Fatality for tease don't make my mission complete |
|
[Chorus] |
|
[Verse] |
|
There's no way |
|
You sorry bustas gon' take me |
|
There's no way |
|
You sorry bustas gon' take me |
|
There's no way |
|
You sorry bustas gon' take me |
|
There's no way, no way, no way |
|
[Chorus] |
|
[*Pretty Willie talking*] |
|
(laughing) yea |
|
Republic, Universal, D2 |
|
Frontline come on! |
|
[Chorus to end] |
