Broke Ass Niggaz Songtext
I’m tired of these broke ass niggers calling my phone
I ain’t go ever be home, leave a message after the tone.
Man, I’m tired of these broke ass niggers calling my phone
I ain’t go ever be home, leave a message after the tone.
I just got off a twirl by a flight from London,
As soon as I land, I never fail, somebody needs something.
I think these money bags is a gift and a curse,
The more I make, the big and the worse.
It’s not the time we sublect, I was born in money,
I was tired of being broke, damn hungry and lonely.
I was thinking I should go ahead and rob me a nigger,
Trying to work, they won’t even give a job to a nigger.
So I had to get out and make something of myself,
Nobody ever gave a fuck about me, all I had was myself.
Every night I went to sleep with my pen and my pad,
I’m trying to get some of the money Snoop and Ice Cube had.
NWA was some gangsta shit, Snoop made it all right to call a woman a bitch.
I wanna be just like them when I grow up, I wanna rhyme about some gangsta shit, like corrupt.
It turned up that God got a whole another plan, took his hands and led me to a land called Promised Land.
I can’t believe some of my day one niggers ain’t here,
He was all dead broke before I had a career.
Then I came to hate all the jealousy and envy,
The only niggers I still fuck with got their own identity.
They ain’t riding around with Tyrese dick,
Talking shit about my family and trying to count my chips.
The moral of the story, if you wanna go and get it,
Stop blowing up my phone, motherfuckers, ‘cause I ain’t give you shit.
I’m tired of these broke ass niggers calling my phone
I ain’t go ever be home, leave a message after the tone.
Man, I’m tired of these broke ass niggers calling my phone
I ain’t go ever be home, leave a message after the tone.
I ain’t go ever be home, leave a message after the tone.
Man, I’m tired of these broke ass niggers calling my phone
I ain’t go ever be home, leave a message after the tone.
I just got off a twirl by a flight from London,
As soon as I land, I never fail, somebody needs something.
I think these money bags is a gift and a curse,
The more I make, the big and the worse.
It’s not the time we sublect, I was born in money,
I was tired of being broke, damn hungry and lonely.
I was thinking I should go ahead and rob me a nigger,
Trying to work, they won’t even give a job to a nigger.
So I had to get out and make something of myself,
Nobody ever gave a fuck about me, all I had was myself.
Every night I went to sleep with my pen and my pad,
I’m trying to get some of the money Snoop and Ice Cube had.
NWA was some gangsta shit, Snoop made it all right to call a woman a bitch.
I wanna be just like them when I grow up, I wanna rhyme about some gangsta shit, like corrupt.
It turned up that God got a whole another plan, took his hands and led me to a land called Promised Land.
I can’t believe some of my day one niggers ain’t here,
He was all dead broke before I had a career.
Then I came to hate all the jealousy and envy,
The only niggers I still fuck with got their own identity.
They ain’t riding around with Tyrese dick,
Talking shit about my family and trying to count my chips.
The moral of the story, if you wanna go and get it,
Stop blowing up my phone, motherfuckers, ‘cause I ain’t give you shit.
I’m tired of these broke ass niggers calling my phone
I ain’t go ever be home, leave a message after the tone.
Man, I’m tired of these broke ass niggers calling my phone
I ain’t go ever be home, leave a message after the tone.