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Artist: Webbie Song: Retarded lyrics Album: Savage Life
(verse 1) i'm stackin,rappin but if i just so happen was iti probably would be posted up thugin, sellin crack are somethin i had 2 leave it alone cause the rats r something look kike my return won't be long the streets keep asking 4 me young savage on the mound game ova now i'm in houston and a town wheres the muthafuckin crown i don't have no fuckin friends i'm solo now put my trust and my mack 10 bitch don't let me down coloaborate just fuck wit them that's makin me sick sbroil bitches don't want share so i'm taking dis shit i'm a 110 street cat and had my back against tha hope no money, no love,just tears,weed, blood, and hoes i'm like slim these niggas don't feel my pain a ninty-nine problems and but a bitch ain't one ghetto stories, gangsta musik, thank big labels ain't come shitd we just trying see which one (chorus:) i'm so retarded and i'm gon all hard and my game mutheafuckin bitch brains up and i just getting started they hate 2 see a nigga ballin they rather see a nigga coughin but rap money, street money i'm gon see money bitch nigga ragarded (verse 2) if the shit ain't funny den i can't grin and if it don't make money it don't make sense if you really ain't bout nothing you better zip your lips cause around here stuntin nigga emp yo clip my grand so ridickuless you can call me da clips cause i slap all my bitches u can call me a pimp i'm like the hood candy lady i got them chips i got hoes wit j.lo faces and beyonce hips 2 home boys doin 7 can't wait till da touch so many people up in heaven dat i miss so much vest up up wit my chest and stomach not becuz i'm scared but no they coming i hope they don't shoot 4 my head (chorus) (verse 3) 18 riding lacks nigga how you hate dat? do it big bad bitch give me dat shake back nigga yall ain't got do shit just leave it 2 me push record 4 yo boyand lay back and kick up yo beat turn up da beat a pen paper give me one sheet put a barcode on it disrebute dis heat i got tha biggest fuckin bug buzzin in dis streets i know you heard a young savage trill e-n-t but you forgot bout me thought i was gone where i'm gone go i run dis mutha fucker i'm the spice in da gumbo i'm bout my fuckin paper man dats all i fuckin want more u gone gets wats mine oh no, u a dumb hoe still good,still can get u rite on da down low it never snow in baton rouge i'm da nigga wit da snow 2 let yall niggas do yall thang so i hope yall been gettin it wat up playa i'm da new mayor of da city nigga (chorus)