Brownie Points (feat. A-1)

Yeah, seven, oh, seven Charlie Hustle, playa, playa What's wrong with these old niggaz, man? D-day, what's wrong with these niggas? What's wrong with these niggas? This fuckin' game, tryin' to get brownie points and stripes Smack points yeah You got somethin' for these old niggas, doe What we got fo' 'em big balla? (Check it out) Yeah, yeah, yeah (bitch!) What's the subject? Fo' brings niggas they Kotex Where we reside, I creeps my ass up inside And smash these brownies off in his face That I done shitted and pissed on, dude, how that taste? Catch him out his place, out of his area With his nephew and his niece, ooh, the more the merrier Nigga tried to fuck mines off (What'd he do?) Tried to gauge the porch with my broads on Watoo Dude, you done broke fuckin' code I'm finst ta dump drop clip, dump, drop, clip, reload Be like I can motherfuckin' explode Talkin' about I'll be fuckin' all kind of women That's B R P, blade, run or pimpin' Once upon a time there was this guy named Dane Tried to fuck my bitch, but he kris krossed game I don't owe this motherfucker in the first But he done made livin' in my house a whole lot worse Tryin' to gain some stripes It's nothin' nice, read him his rights Collar him and laugh, rollin' over and politickin' with the vice Crackin' under pressure, bust a pipe Snake eyes is crooked dice (Goin' all up, out your way just to get them brownie points) It's steaks and knives, read him his rights So called best friend'll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife And try to put yo' ass on ice For brownie points and stripes For brownie points and stripes Niggas'll take your life Just to get them brownie points You niggas got me stuck, what? Watchin' y'all spit it and get it fucked up Lucked up, my mobb, niggaz, yeah, we gon' bust what If he isn't never see mail, cousin we sell Dope by the truckloads, hoes can catch it retail Motherfuckers grindin' but we all ain't played And all ain't paid, now watch 'em all get sprayed Laid back and watch him misprint it, we been spit it For you newcomers who thinkin' you done it, I put my fist in it Let yo' bitch get it, serve a dick and watch a bitch split it If I ain't wit' it, it wasn't enough fuckin' chips in it Niggaz try to gain stripe, I flame mic Got 'em all caught up in the same shit, call it game tight Keep my name hyped, strivin' to get my name right When it's fucked up, I'm the one you can blame right Hatin' on my niggaz when I did the shit Yo, we the shit, represent this Hogg ass bitch It's nothin' nice, read him his rights Collar him and laugh, rollin' over and politickin' with the vice Crackin' under pressure, bust a pipe Snake eyes is crooked dice (Goin' all up, out your way just to get them brownie points) It's steaks and knives, read him his rights So called best friend'll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife And try to put yo' ass on ice For brownie points and stripes For brownie points and stripes Niggas'll take your life Just to get them brownie points Young Mack Jr., ain't nothin' but 14, Mack Jr. think he tough Mack Jr. be havin' problems with his stomach Throwin' up that green stuff, Mack Jr. done tried everything (In the bay) The whole Taco Mack Jr. be takin' whiffles of that Khadafi and shovin' it up his nostrils Mack Jr. just got out the hall, Jr. I call your bluff Jr. ain't to be played, Jr. quick to bust Mack Jr. be geekin', Mack Jr. be havin' withdrawal Mack Jr. be tweekin', Mack Jr. be workin' hella close with the law I don't know this motherfucker, never saw the dude But Mack Jr., all the time be seein' My viznideos on the tizznelevision tube Fool know not that he'll blunder, I got yo' ass hypnotized Talkin' about, when you see that nigga E-40, 'Element of Surprise' See one of my fellas overheard about it in the pen, chopped a couple of kites Told me to be careful cause niggas'll take yo' life for braggin rights That ain't fair so stop with that attitude, why do niggaz gotta cheat? Don't them niggaz know I got enough fetti To put they whole fuckin' family to sleep? It's nothin nice read him his rights Collar him and laugh, rollin' over and politickin' with the vice Crackin' under pressure, bust a pipe Snake eyes is crooked dice (Goin' all up, out your way just to get them brownie points) It's steaks and knives read him his rights So called best friend'll stab yo' ass in the back with a knife And try to put yo' ass on ice For brownie points and stripes For brownie points and stripes Niggas'll take your life Just to get them brownie points (Goin' all up, out your way just to get them brownie points)