You can lead yo horse to water
But you cannot make him drink
I'm just tryin' to spit some game
So you might wanna stop and think
So you might wanna stop and think
Okay, 'Lik's gon' come anew for '96
Lead yo ass to the aqua but I can't make a brother rich
You gotta go for self and then help others
Mama wasn't lyin' when she put you up on game, brother
All up in the house gettin' loud and disrespectin'
'Lik steps in, regulatin' and hoe checkin'
All them makes wishes, ain't already tryin' to sympathize
Players stay paid all day but yo ass stays broke and high
Oh my, kids and stuff all over like some roller skates
Still I keeps it on my pape and niggas be tryin to playa hate
But that'll get you rolled up sideways
Whoever said crime pays never got 3 strikes in L.A.
Makes you lonely, sayin', contributin' to mines
You could be hella fine, but ain't nobody spendin mines
Mobbin' with the Crowbar with some common sense
You can stay hella bent, I be at the water stackin' presidents
You can lead yo horse to water
But you cannot make him drink
I'm just tryin' to spit some game
So you might wanna stop and think
So you might wanna stop and think
One of these goddamn set backs of havin your mail fat
Is some of these lax ass wanna be macks and you hoes in black
They tracks sound booty, and they ain't doin' they duty
In the studio and only if you knew me, though
You'd see that I puts in work and puts hurt
On your flirts that wanna wear skirts and try to jerk
But you'se in love with a fantasy trick
You wanna 'sit on yo ass, collect checks and shit'
You was younger than me, so I schooled ya
Gave you the tools to come up and get down like a ruler
Took you to executive brunches, high powered lunches
Gave you dough in bunches, so get your fried chicken
And your watermelon, start the yellin'
Mix-A-Lot is why you ain't sellin'
Old Uncle Tom nigga gettin mad but you know
You never worked for the shit you had start drinkin', bitch
You can lead yo horse to water
But you cannot make him drink
I'm just tryin' to spit some game
So you might wanna stop and think
So you might wanna stop and think
Hey yo, 'Lik, fill in the blanks, what's up with these?
Would be gold diggers chasin' entertainer, niggas
Handin' out sugar daddy contracts to big black macks
In black pimp Caddies, I mean excuse me for pimpin', but
Tryin' to see a meal ticket like's they big goals
Rollin' fat hoops and rollin' gizzy stashin' big loads
Jump your woman but ain't handlin' yo business
County aid plea, check so small you can't buy bisquits
Got you a family, still you all up in mines
Fuckin' off's the hot rule but see, 'Lik gon' fit to be fine
She ain't right, got her shorties runnin' the streets with retardation
Bein' barely sleep, puttin' on that sneaky dick in her
Boys will be boys, that's how the game goes
Ask Mix-A-Lot, they all hoes, and this player knows
Better bum rush school and get your G.E.D.
'Cause welfare, homey, been cuttin' back since '83
Two carts [unverified] and still be tryin' to front
Use your diaper money to load up them Philly blunts
Get a 9 to 5, change your whole mindframe
'Cause doin' without ain't what's happenin'
Put yourself up on game, kill or hustle, somethin'
Gotta drink the water, girl, that's from a sister
'Broke' don't exist in Malika's world
You can lead yo horse to water
But you cannot make him drink
I'm just tryin' to spit some game
So you might wanna stop and think
So you might wanna stop and think

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