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too much trouble - invasion of the purse snatchers lyrics
[intro]
“‘scuse me, miss, do have a headlight?”
“yeah, sure, somewhere in here”
“yeah, come off the motherf-ckin’ purse, b-tch! huh! gimme this motherf-cker huh!
gimme this b-tch. yeah! fool!
[drunk d]
see i was born with a motherf-ckin’ curse
i got the habit of sn-tchin’ the b-tches’ purse
first i take a f-ckin’ hit
of this potent–ss sh-t
let it rush to my brain, make me cl!ck
and let it tell me what b-tch to get with
i knew once i taste that seed
layed up in this potent–ss weed
i was fittin’ to do a funky–ss deed
but i don’t give a f-ck, follow my lead
i got my eye on this b-tch, yeah i’m scopin’
i bet her motherf-ckin’ -ss steady hopin’
that i ain’t fittin’ to do nuttin’ f-cked up, sh-t
far as i’m concerned, i done lucked up
she’s standin’ in front of the bank
i guess her motherf-ckin’ -ss gonna think
which way her -ss oughta roll
but it don’t matter, cause the b-tch gettin’ caught
she can even run, i’ll catch her
n-gga i’m a motherf-ckin’ purse sn-tcher
any ho walkin’ out the bank
you know the b-tch packin’ that hank
and i’ma catch her -ss real swift like
man, motherf-ck this daylight
cause long as it’s a motherf-ckin’ sun
i’ma stay a f-ckin’ fugitive on the run
in other words, i ain’t gettin’ caught
after i get this b-tch, i’ma show ya what i’m ’bout
cause i don’t give a f-ck about a motherf-ckin’ sl-t
i’m takin’ from hoes, tryin’a make a buck
if the b-tch slip and think she got good luck, haha
her motherf-ckin’ -ss stuck
if she die, i got mine i don’t miss her
and give the purse to my little–ss sister
i don’t regret sh-t i do, n-gga
if your b-tch slippin’ – i’ll get her -ss too
smoke ’em square, i give a laugh then a look
then a few steps another b-tch got took
f-ck it, i ain’t givin’ no lecture
just beware of the motherf-ckin’ purse sn-tcher
–
[ghetto mc]
standin’ downtown around five is when they get outta work
time to catch a b-tch sleepin’ – they sleep or stay alert
here comes my motherf-ckin’ chance, there goes one
i knocked her down, took her purse, and started to run
dumb b-tch didn’t even give chase
she must’ve heard what i done to miss grace
if the b-tch would’ve fought for the purse
her -ss would’ve left in a motherf-ckin’ he-rs-
now i’m back on the streets of 5th ward, bein’ hard
i’m buddin’ ready to catch another b-tch off guard
she’s dressed in white, i figure she’s a nurse
but motherf-ck what she is, i want that godd-mn purse
ran by and grabbed it, i must’ve sn-tched it wrong
next thing i knew, the f-ckin’ chase was on
ran about a block, that’s when i snapped
oh yeah, she just ran into a trap
let her motherf-ckin’ -ss keep comin’
and she’ll wind up a dead–ss woman
came like she was bad, rode away in a he-rs-
dumb b-tch should’ve gave me the f-ckin’ purse
i had to show the ho i wasn’t soft
took the sh-t from her purse, then i blew her f-ckin’ head off
another b-tch i have to capture
cause the ghetto mc’s a motherf-ckin’ purse sn-tcher
–
[bar none]
bar none can’t get no f-ckin’ work
they tryin’ to keep me in the same d-mn t-shirt
funky–ss bosses won’t hire me
well at least the motherf-ckers can’t fire me
i’m tryin’a get a job and do the right thing
and they’re still lettin’ a motherf-cker hang
b-tches look at me all strange
but all that sh-t’s fixin’ to change
i’m puttin’ my 9 in my godd-mn nuts
and fittin’ to drink a 40 on the motherf-ckin’ cut
now i’m standin’ in the middle of the circle
fittin’ to beat the sh-t out this punk named urkle
while i’m whoopin’ the h-ll out this b-tch
i got my eye on this ho i’m gonna get
i knew i had all y’all fooled
i’m a motherf-ckin’ purse sn-tcher too
she got her -ss sittin’ at the bus stop (-pop pop-)
urkle just dropped
brothers running to the left
brothers running to the right
and the lady’s in my godd-mn sight
purse hangin’ off the ho’s shoulder
bar none fittin’ to d-mn sure t-roll her
ran over, kicked the b-tch in her thigh
she bent over and i hit her in the eye
then the ho started to curse
meanwhile – i sn-tched the b-tch purse
took off fast like flash
and forgot about her motherf-ckin’ -ss
the ho’s cryin’ i betcha
just beware of the motherf-ckin’ purse sn-tcher
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