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[Chorus - "Melbo" Smith & Goodie Mob]
you see aint always what you get
Dont let this fool you
We just some black man to
get through
What you see aint always you get
let this shit fool you
Im on the grind tryna get too
like you

[Big
Big Gipp understand this, king of the
Cocker Spaniel poker, girl stroker
You the first lady and Im the string chauffeur
Met you at a nightclub VIP
You caught my eye, so fly, your smile
Your dress and your chip choker
It really feels good to ya, sip mimosa
It bring us closer if ya left me right now
Hurts like I sir

What you see aint what you get
Dont let shit fool you
We just black man hustlin to
Tryna get
you see aint always what you get
Dont let this shit you
Im on the grind tryna get too
Just you

The one I want to make it look Im a big baller
Yes yallin, Boss
But what you see always whatcha get
A man hustlin, grindin, findin
His way through the
Regardless of situations facin
Just you I got bills to pay too
They can a damn bout who I rap with
Whats your crew been
Groupies, diggers
Stop a shorty I respect gangsta

What you see aint what you get
Dont let this shit you
We just black man hustlin to
get through
What you see always what you get
let this shit fool you
Im on the tryna get mine too
Just you

(Wait til get a load of me)
Where my brim? Where my hoes? Where my
my pointy toes? Where my forty-four?
Where my blow? Where the Where the club at?
Thats where the at, where the love at?
Where the green? the fruity?
Come girl, let me wild out on you booty
Hey where the hook up? Time to up
Never put the book up
Where God? He in the heart
Play spades, where my cards?

What you see aint always you get
let this shit fool you
We just black man hustlin to
Tryna get
What you see aint what you get
let this shit fool you
Im on the grind tryna get too
like you

I hate pretty boy
But I love getting love in my lap, shootin big
Life is a gamble
Like a double platinum of the fireplace mantle
Sexy women my attention (hey shorty)
But I dig fly
Solid occupations, that wear business suits
Independent like Beyonc, world renowned Janet
cause us all to pay attention
we see em on the TV
And we hear em on the waves
to the street, hustle cause I got to eat
Muscle my way through City
Pity the fool that my queens
Get it how she get it
Puttin food on the table, DVD players with
leather sofas, Persian rugs
Range Rovers, four leaf clovers that smell like dosha

What you see always what you get
Dont let this fool you
We some black man hustlin to
Tryna get
What you see always what you get
Dont let shit fool you
Im on the grind tryna get too
like you

What you see aint what you get
Dont let shit fool you
We just some black man to
Tryna get
What you see aint what you get
let this shit fool you
Im on the grind get mine too
Just you