SCHOOLLY D

SCHOOLLY D - P.S.K.-What Does It Mean? lyrics

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PSK, we're makin that green

People always say, "What the hell does that mean?"

P for the people who can't understand

How one homeboy became a man

S for the way we scream and shout

One by one I'm knockin you out

K for the way my DJ kuttin

Other MC's, man, they ain't sayin nothin

Rockin on to the brink of dawn

I think, Code Money, yo time is on (2x)

Drivin in my car down the avenue

Towin on a j, sippin on some brew

Turn around, see the fly young lady

Pull to the curb and park my Mercedes

Sayin, "Fly lady, now you're lookin real nice

Sweeter than honey, sugar and spice"

Told her my name was MC Schoolly D

All about makin that cash money

She said, "Schoolly D, I know your game

Heard about you in the hall of fame"

I said, "Mama, mama, I tell you no lies

Cause all I wanna do is to get you high

And eh - lay you down and do the body rock

To the wall, to the corner," got into the car

Took a little trip to a fancy bar

Copped some brew, some j, some coke

Tell you now, brother, this ain't no joke

She got me to the crib, she laid me on the bed

I fucked her from my toes to the top of my head

I finally realized the girl was a whore

Gave her ten dollars, she asked me for some more

PSK, we're makin that green

People always say, "What the hell does that mean?"

P for the people who can't understand

How one homeboy became a man

S for the way we scream and shout

One by one I'm knockin you out

K for the way my DJ kuttin

Other MC's, man, they ain't sayin nothin

Rockin on to the brink of dawn

I think, Code Money, yo time is on

Clinton Road one Saturday night

Towin on a cheeba I was feelin alright

Then my homie-homie called me on the phone

His name is Chief Keith, but we call him Bone

Told me 'bout this party on the Southside

Copped my pistols, jumped into the ride

Got at the bar, copped some flack

Copped some cheeba-cheeba, it wasn't wack

Got to the place, and who did I see

A sucker-ass nigga tryin to sound like me

Put my pistol up against his head

I said, "Sucker-ass nigga, I should shoot you dead"

A thought ran across my educated mind

Said, man, Schoolly D ain't doin no time

Grabbed the microphone and I started to talk

Sucker-ass nigga, man, he started to walk

PSK, we're makin that green

People always say, "What the hell does that mean?"

P for the people who can't understand

How one homeboy became a man

S for the way we scream and shout

One by one I'm knockin you out

K for the way my DJ kuttin

Other MC's, man, they ain't sayin nothin

Rockin on to the brink of dawn

I think, Code Money, yo time is on

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