Val Venis Remix by M.A.B. Lyrics
[Intro: M.A.B.]
"A Genius is a person who shoots at something no one else can see
And hit it"
M.A.B. Nigga
It's M.A.B. Nigga!
Look, Pretty Flacco Nigga, Let's go
[Verse 1]
Living in the city where the skinny niggas die
Only thing that's full is the semi on my side
Runnin through the hood, that'll be a homicide
Runnin through my hood, you'll be a homicide
Started off nine, with a Glock nine and broke mom, tryna get by
So I had to get up, and get out
Got my first quad then I flipped out. That's how to get out
Started flippin them dimes to them G's. Started sellin them dimes to them G's
Had to get smarter, not going to Harvard, but was trappin round UIC!
Shout to the Chiraq U.G.K.'s, Shout out to Barack, Mitt Rom, you gay
Might run up in your spot with a bomb to-day, Blow ya ass to Iran, get the pun? Ok
Glowin strong and then Blowing strong. Check the charm and then check my lungs
I gotta text for when my Mexican tryna get it in my residence
No residue, I'm blessin you, by not stressin you, and stretchin you
Think your dress is cute? well your the next to do, 10-2 she on my testicles
Now that's Work! What you know about that? What you know about that?
You girl she twerks! Bet she did it for my set, Sex? She did it for my sex?
Bitch you jerk! Shawty now you gotta step! Gotta one-two step!
Before I Kirk! And you 'ont really want that! Naw, you 'ont really want that!
Look, M.A.B., There he go, Little did you know. Feelin like that nigga that be reppin Figueroa!
Q (Q) TIP (TIP), A-Town reppin, (Yup!)
Back to this girl who was one two steppin
Steppin in the rhythm of jungle fever, She don't want you or need ya!
As Soon as I meet her, you might never see her again, so Ima just beat it then leave it!
[Hook]
M.A.B., There He Go! Little did you know
Feelin like that nigga that be reppin Figueroa!
It's M.A.B., There He Go! Little did you know
Feelin like that nigga that be reppin Figueroa!
(x2)
(Turn me up, round 2)
[Verse 2]
Feelin so bad, tell a bitch roof roof
And I'm just tryna eat, tell her make koos koos koos
Take her to my spot, where we dim that roof
All black mattress, My bitch black too
Aspiring for greatness, so she stacks too
Three racks for the heels, Yea I bet that's cute
But that don't mean shit, When the buy that's you
When she suckin my dick, ask a bitch, That's True!
Sellin Cuties and QP's, This cuties a QP
My life is a movie, when your cutie do me
Rainin like an oozy, Her main frame oozin
Your main dame choosin, You maintain loosin Haa!!
And I.D.G.A.F., M.A.B. Yup, He up Next
I be spreading that peace like Ron Artest
And you messing with my God, Then your broad up Next!
M.A.B. There He Go!
It's M.A.B. Nigga
It's M.A.B. Nigga
"A Genius is a person who shoots at something no one else can see
And hit it"
M.A.B. Nigga
It's M.A.B. Nigga!
Look, Pretty Flacco Nigga, Let's go
[Verse 1]
Living in the city where the skinny niggas die
Only thing that's full is the semi on my side
Runnin through the hood, that'll be a homicide
Runnin through my hood, you'll be a homicide
Started off nine, with a Glock nine and broke mom, tryna get by
So I had to get up, and get out
Got my first quad then I flipped out. That's how to get out
Started flippin them dimes to them G's. Started sellin them dimes to them G's
Had to get smarter, not going to Harvard, but was trappin round UIC!
Shout to the Chiraq U.G.K.'s, Shout out to Barack, Mitt Rom, you gay
Might run up in your spot with a bomb to-day, Blow ya ass to Iran, get the pun? Ok
Glowin strong and then Blowing strong. Check the charm and then check my lungs
I gotta text for when my Mexican tryna get it in my residence
No residue, I'm blessin you, by not stressin you, and stretchin you
Think your dress is cute? well your the next to do, 10-2 she on my testicles
Now that's Work! What you know about that? What you know about that?
You girl she twerks! Bet she did it for my set, Sex? She did it for my sex?
Bitch you jerk! Shawty now you gotta step! Gotta one-two step!
Before I Kirk! And you 'ont really want that! Naw, you 'ont really want that!
Look, M.A.B., There he go, Little did you know. Feelin like that nigga that be reppin Figueroa!
Q (Q) TIP (TIP), A-Town reppin, (Yup!)
Back to this girl who was one two steppin
Steppin in the rhythm of jungle fever, She don't want you or need ya!
As Soon as I meet her, you might never see her again, so Ima just beat it then leave it!
[Hook]
M.A.B., There He Go! Little did you know
Feelin like that nigga that be reppin Figueroa!
It's M.A.B., There He Go! Little did you know
Feelin like that nigga that be reppin Figueroa!
(x2)
(Turn me up, round 2)
[Verse 2]
Feelin so bad, tell a bitch roof roof
And I'm just tryna eat, tell her make koos koos koos
Take her to my spot, where we dim that roof
All black mattress, My bitch black too
Aspiring for greatness, so she stacks too
Three racks for the heels, Yea I bet that's cute
But that don't mean shit, When the buy that's you
When she suckin my dick, ask a bitch, That's True!
Sellin Cuties and QP's, This cuties a QP
My life is a movie, when your cutie do me
Rainin like an oozy, Her main frame oozin
Your main dame choosin, You maintain loosin Haa!!
And I.D.G.A.F., M.A.B. Yup, He up Next
I be spreading that peace like Ron Artest
And you messing with my God, Then your broad up Next!
M.A.B. There He Go!
It's M.A.B. Nigga
It's M.A.B. Nigga