Oh
The top feel so much better than the bottom
So much better
n#gg#, you’s a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
n#gg#, you’s a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin’ at sh#t you can’t buy
n#gg#, you’s a window shopper
In the dealership tryin’ to get a test drive
n#gg#, you’s a window shopper
Mad as f*ck when you see me ride by
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I’m on the grind, let my paper stack but I’m filthy
It’s funny how n#gg#s get to screw-facin’ at me
Anyhow they ain’t got the heart to get at me
I’ll get down, Southside’s the hood that I come from
So I don’t cruise through nobody hood without my gun
They know the kid ain’t gon’ for all that b#llsh#t
Try and stick me, I’ma let off a full clip
It ain’t my fault you done f#cked up your re-up
At the dice game, who told you put a G up?
Everybody mad when their paper don’t stack right
But when I come around y’all n#gg#s better act right
When we got the tops down, you can hear the systems thump
n#gg#, when we rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
n#gg#, when we rollin’, rollin’, rollin’
n#gg#, you’s a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
n#gg#, you’s a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin’ at sh#t you can’t buy
n#gg#, you’s a window shopper
In the dealership tryin’ to get a test drive
n#gg#, you’s a window shopper
Mad as f*ck when you see me ride by
n#gg#s love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come to scoop me up at LAX and I hop in
Now when it comes to bad b#tches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts and from Compton
You know a n#gg# wanna see how Cali girls freak off
After that five hour flight from New York
I start spittin’ G at a b#tch like a pimp, mane
Tell her, “Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang”
She can bring the lingerie with her, I suppose
Then we can go from fully dressed to just havin’ no clothes
Then she can run and tell her best friend ’bout my sex game
Then her best friend could potentially be next, mane
Listen mane, sh#t changed, I came up, I’m doin’ my thang
Homie, I’m holdin’, holdin’, holdin’
Oh sh#t, mane, the store owner watchin’ you
Before somethin’ get stolen, stolen, stolen
n#gg#, you’s a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
n#gg#, you’s a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin’ at sh#t you can’t buy
n#gg#, you’s a window shopper
In the dealership tryin’ to get a test drive
n#gg#, you’s a window shopper
Mad as f*ck when you see me ride by
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50 Cent Lyrics – Window Shopper