What Chu Here For - Sticky Fingaz, Omar Epps, detroit diamond

If you ain’t got no dough

Then what you here for?

If you ain’t got no hoes

Then what you here for?

If you ain’t got no smoke

Then what you here for?

If you ain’t sittin on chrome

Keep it rollin, keep it movin

I’m here to get them sevens on twentys, more guns than cash

Blunts than hash, be glad I ain’t down to my last

I turn to a different person, face under the mask

Or either out on the grind or I’m up in some ass

Gettin them hoes, fuck that, I’m gettin that dough

And stackin it up, a nigga front, I’m slappin him up

Backin him up, beef ain’t no patchin it up

I’m clappin you up, while morticians wrappin you up

I’m laughin it up wit hoes that be happy to fuck

Packed in my truck, passin up a half of a dutch

I’m slappin they butts, can’t wait to get them back to the hut

I’m here for Other People Money nigga, that’s what’s up

O.E., Big High Scene, whatever you like

Old deal, slash by and competitive type

I’m better than Mike, the Jordans is up in the shelf

Next to a few rings and a couple of belts

Got a black widow chick, she be lovin me well

You could hate me, shit, cause I’m lovin myself

A glutton for wealth, these young niggas fuckin they health

All excited over pussy, like it’s somethin to sell

Yall dudes is geeks, yall really don’t influence the streets

The streets influence the slang that you fluently speak

Confusin to me, tryna be somethin your not

When them slugs pop you the one duckin them shots

I go hard like them youngins that be huggin the block

I go hard like Humphrey wit a glove and a Glock

I’m somethin ya not, quite frankly you could love it or not

Certified number one nigga up in your spot

A’yo remember Candy?

White too dope camry

Big booty wit the small panties

Used to smuggle yay' for the homie Randy

Got the plushed out crib off the water in Miami

She almost had me, I was gone off the fatty

In love wit the way she called me daddy

Had she, known about the city where I’m from

And I ain’t goin home til my bankrole’s done

Motherfucker’s think pimpins for fun

I ain’t done til my greenery’s weighin a ton

And we could smoke big weed, just lay in the sun

Hellafied when we ride, weed makin me buzz

Let’s hit the room right after the club

That’s what I’m here for