[Intro]

Punk

All you mark ass tricks I ain't never seen befo'

I been in the Central for years, all of a sudden

This nigga's hard

That nigga's hard

This nigga got a fo

This trick nigga got a trey

Bitch ass motherfucker

C motherfucking Mac nigga

[Verse 1]

Nowadays every punk Nigga and his Momma got a story

So every Nigga out straight bore me'

I used to shoot this and I used to blast that

You probably made 3 albums before you scene a strap, ya mark

Lived your whole childhood straight on the run

Never wore a pair of khakis till ya turned twenty one

But now you on your album cover sagging in fact

You got your mean face on posing with ya strap

Talking bout the county but you never been there

Said you was rolling like a ball but you straight square

Now how the fuck do a square ball bounce?

You couldn't tell a bird from an ounce, punk

Most of you marks never had no hoes

Till you start making videos, in some hoodsta's clothes

But it don't mean nothing

When you can't sail through your own hood cause you straight fronting

C motherfucking Mac, if you don't know me

Bitch, I bet your money that your big homies know me

Nuts hang when I gets paid

I was doing jewelry store licks, when you was in the 6th grade

[Chorus]

I can't stand no powda puff

Get his ass in the studio and then he's straight tough

But put him on the streets and he's a biiiitch

Powda puff, ya powda puff

Oh, I can't stand no powda puff

Get his ass on the stage and then he's straight rough

But put him on the streets and he's a biiiitch

Powda puff, ya powda puff

[Verse 2]

I hate to bust your bubble Mr. Boss Player (pop)

But you nothin but a puff with the fruit layer

Um, I heard you're shooting rhymes like an uzi

So why the fuck do niggas out your hood call ya Suzy?

Nigga, I got bitches on my dick with the feds looking for me

Robbing so much shit, they put the task force on me

Causing mo' static than a shirt

Fuck knocking boots, I send a bird to Albuquerque

Beeper overloading so I put the sky on it

1-800 come get ya grip

Cause imma do the reals when the chips get low

Fuck running back to momma's house, when you get short

You motherfucking mommas boy, with a deal

Cuss all you want punk, you still ain't the real

In 94' you rolling in a '4 on Daytons

In 84' you Purple Rain and Prince impersonating

How long has it been since you wore your one glove?

Singing Billy Jean, and I'm supposed to show ya love (Shiiiit)

Run up on a mac how figure?

Um, there ain't nothing worse than a bitch made nigga

[Chorus]

I can't stand no powda puff

Get his ass in the studio and then he's straight tough

But put him on the streets and he's a biiiitch

Powda puff, ya powda puff

Oh, I can't stand no powda puff

Get his ass on the stage and then he's straight rough

But put him on the streets and he's a biiiitch

Powda puff, ya powda puff

[Verse 3]

Four or five cowards and you swear you got a crew

Whole crew running if a nigga say boo (boo!)

Cause you know, who the real and who the fuck the hoe is

The 9s, the khakis, locs, the fo, it's all for the showbiz (yeaah!)

That's why I never see you on the Shaw

And never heard about you having run ins with the law

Nigga, how you figure you can come speak on a pimp state

Graduate with ya paper with the P on

Bookie number 5478 hook

The only rap shit you got's in your note book

I'm turning more corners than a ferris wheel

You wanna roll shot gun you pay your fare, it's real

Stomp down niggas on the left and on the right of me

But you ain't nothing but a punk don't even lie to me

Last time I seen you, I saw you with your crew

Don't know to scratch, or watch, or wind your ass, so what the fuck you do?

In the middle of the centro

I been stuck down since I drove a pento, so

Run up on a mac, how figure?

There ain't nothing worse than a bitch made nigga

[Chorus]

I can't stand no powda puff

Get his ass in the studio and then he's straight tough

But put him on the streets and he's a biiiitch

Powda puff, ya powda puff

Oh, I can't stand no powda puff

Get his ass on the stage and then he's straight rough

But put him on the streets and he's a biiiitch

Powda puff, ya powda puff

[Outro]

This shit goes to 95% of you bitch ass niggas!

So analyze and divide this shit equally amongst yourselves

And if the shoe fits, wear it motherfucker!

You know who the fuck I'm talking to trick

Can't give no shout outs to no rap niggas, fuck all y'all!

Ain't nobody never did shit for me nigga!

So um, G's up and punk trick ass niggas down, mark motherfuckers!