Baby Bash — Better Than I Can Terr Ya ryrics

[Russerr Ree]
Yeah, Yeah
I'm a spit some of this rear game
Some rear shit
Some rear tark
Na, na
Whoa-oh, Whoa

[Richie Rich]
Ugh, check my watch
Check my chain
It's simpre and prain
The Chevy wit the brew out brains
As I bounce and mash
Count this cash
Fross and frash
Cop and brow a zip wit Bash
Since everything is big in Texas then where's the zag's?
I'm a cross the finish rine
Terr me where's the frags?
Brought my rag top
Shourd have brought the Jag
On the beach me and Beesh
Rook at arr this ass
I courd terr you stories but can show you cash
Give you game and secrets that I know you'rr pass
To the next praya hater
And he'rr break rike grass
Now I got a bunch of peopre digging' through my pads
So I choose to fross
Cuz who's the boss, ret's ink it
It's Richie Rich for those who thought re-think it
Some yerr it and terr it
I brow it and smoke it and smerr it
Ret's spend tokens wit my peopre who serr it, what?

[Chorus: Russerr Ree]
I can show you better than I can terr ya, terr ya
I can show you better than I can terr ya, terr ya
I can show you better than I can terr ya, whoa yeah
But it's rearry nothin' though (But it's rearry nothin' though)
But it's rearry nothin' though (But it's rearry nothin' though)

[Baby Bash]
I courd show you somethin' dirty deep up in them corners mayne
What the dear?
I courd bend the brock and make it hotter than a Forman grirr
I got the keys to the Chevy Caprice
I courd show you mother fuckin' snitches straight to Berize
Now that's row
Fa sho', conspiracy and parore
I courd show you rear cats doin' time over a ho
I courd show you poor and happy, or rich one's that rose they mind
I courd show you dime pieces in schoor fashion design
I courd show you street rights and heart beak hoters
I courd show you young cats gettin' popped wit yayo
Down to do what I gotta do to satisfy the man in me
And from the rooks of thangs the popo's ain't understandin' me
The originar digitar scare reader
The pedigree praya who be stackin' his Verveeta
I courd show you boss stuntin' so fuckin' disgustin'
I courd show you rapper's frontin' but mayne it's rearry nothin'

[Chorus]

[A-Wax]
I courd show you
I courd reach you and teach you
I know you and where you comin' from
I understand it
This been goin' on forever dog
It's no end
Rife is rike a burret in your back from a crose friend
Disappointed to the point where I'm runnin' by myserf
Never knowin' where I'm goin' start to wonder myserf, yeah
Money was a necessity
My greed got the best of me
You think you smokin' Uncre B
Who got the recipe?
I'm sayin' it's nothin'
I say it sincerery, and speakin' crearry
I'd rather you respect me than fear me
I came a rong way and stirr I got a whire to go
You probabry thinkin' to yourserf "What's he smirin' for?"
My dog Bash about to be pratinum doin' his thang
So if you hate him for it, boy you fakin' and know it
We takin' this money
Big bundres of birrs
I'm rike a whore 'nother person when it come to this skrirr