เนื้อเพลง Retarded - Webbie

[Verse 1]

I'm stackin,rappin but if I just so happen was itI probably would be posted up thugin, sellin crack are somethin
I had 2 leave it alone cause the rats r something
Look kike my return won't be long
The streets keep asking 4 me
Young savage on the mound game ova now
I'm in Houston and A Town wheres the muthaf*ckin crown
I don't have no f*ckin friends
I'm solo now
Put my trust and my mack 10 b*tch don't let me down
Coloaborate
Just f*ck wit them that's makin me sick
Sbroil b*tches don't want share
So I'm taking dis sh*t
I'm a 110 street cat and had my back against tha hope
No money, no love,just tears,weed, blood, and hoes
I'm like slim these n*ggas don't feel my pain
A ninty-nine problems and but a b*tch ain't one
Ghetto stories, gangsta musik, thank big labels ain't come
Sh*td we just trying see which one

[Chorus:]

I'm so Retarded
And I'm gon all hard and
My game mutheaf*ckin b*tch brains up
And I just getting started
They hate 2 see a n*gga ballin
They rather see a n*gga coughin
But rap money, street money I'm gon see money
B*tch n*gga ragarded

[Verse 2]

If the sh*t ain't funny den I can't grin And if it don't make money it don't make sense If you really
ain't bout nothing You better zip your lips cause around here stuntin n*gga emp yo clip
My grand so rid*ckuless You can call me da clips
Cause I slap all my b*tches u can call me a pimp I'm like the hood candy lady
I got them chips
I got hoes wit J.Lo faces and Beyonce hips
2 home boys doin 7 can't wait till da touch
So many people up in heaven dat I miss so much
vest up up wit my chest and stomach not becuz I'm scared
But no they coming i hope they don't shoot 4 my head

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
18 riding lacks n*gga
How you hate dat?
Do it big bad b*tch give me dat shake back n*gga
Yall ain't got do sh*t
Just leave it 2 me Push record 4 yo boyand lay back and kick up yo beat
turn up da beat
A pen paper give me one sheet Put a barcode on it
Disrebute dis heat
I got tha biggest f*ckin bug buzzin in dis streets
I know you heard a young savage Trill E-N-T
But you forgot bout me
Thought i was gone where i'm gone go
I run dis mutha f*cker
I'm the spice in da gumbo
I'm bout my f*ckin paper man dats all I f*ckin want more
U gone gets wats mine
Oh no, u a dumb hoe
Still good,still can get u rite on da down low
It never snow in Baton Rouge
I'm da n*gga wit da snow
2 let yall n*ggas do yall thang so I hope yall been gettin it
Wat up playa
I'm da new mayor of da city n*gga

[Chorus]