pullin' up by WordPlay T. Jay

Now pull the mutha fuckin truck up
Stop acting stuck up
I start to wonder why they trust us
Prepared to buss up
Although they carry like a butler
We screamin’ what’s up
As long as i got all my people
Not needing yo love

Now i was just a little nigga in the streets one day
Then i heard about this talent show around my way
They said Def Jam is coming
My heart started humming
Let me show my songs on this cd i been bumping
I had radio play on Hot 96
I had a part time job but not no whip
And I knew Frost the Boss and a couple of cliques
I had the night time off and a couple of fits
So I called up Frost and told him it’s my time
So he pick me up from moms about a quarter to 9
He dropped me at the bar with some chicks so fine
Then got up to the door and shit I didn’t have a dime
So some OG at the door paid my way and let me go
And they didn’t need to know I’m only sixteen years old
Held my demo out to Russell then he asked bout my hopes
He said i’d love to take your cd but i gotta tell you no

Now pull the mutha fuckin truck up
Stop acting stuck up
I start to wonder why they trust us
Prepared to buss up
Although they carry like a butler
We screamin’ what’s up
As long as i got all my people
Not needing yo love

So I wasted no time and then i founded On The Map
Bought equipment on the low got the hook up out the back
I could sell a pack of CDs but my wallet always flat
Thought I might be good at dealing just earn a couple stacks
Well here come Frost again steady flossing in
His Mercedes Benz cutting Swishas up and taking dividends
Tryna put some hair on my chinny chinny chin
And hope somebody praying for my sinny sinny sins
I told him I would try to sell a couple of pounds
Said that I could ride while he made up his rounds
He told me bout the game while we traveled these town
And I’m tryna soak it in while surrounded by clouds
Then we pulled up to a house that I seen in the past
It was people in the kitchen I could see through the glass
And could all of this weed have my memory lapsed?
Then it hit me like a brick that we were serving my dad, damn.

Now pull the mutha fuckin truck up
Stop acting stuck up
I start to wonder why they trust us
Prepared to buss up
Although they carry like a butler
We screamin’ what’s up
As long as i got all my people
Not needing yo love
Yeah

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• alternative hip-hop
• Little Rock