Chuck Strangers No Dice Lyrics
No Dice by Chuck Strangers
"There is a message in uh all of my music
It's all about uhh doin'
People doing something else other than what they have done
But what they have done is the possible
And the world the way it is today is result of the possible that they did"
Today was like one of those days
When, all you thinkin' bout' is how to get paid
I throw the ivory while broke bitches die for me
Said he had crack but he lied to me
That's no dice, your footwork ain't nice
I'm fucking around in the dice game
Niggas think I'm soft 'cause they is in the rap game
And I don't answer when they hit me, niggas turn to sissies
Bitches clamin' that they miss me
Just the first steps of becoming a G
I used to ace out in the past though
Now before I roll, I rubbed it on Shorty ass yo
four, five, six, you niggas give up the cash slow
Chucky need the old Barkers and a fresh bag of the hydro
Son, you can't even fuck with that
When I was younger we do dice to stop the hunger [?]
'Cause my nigga got a weapon and he fresh outta fucks
He ain't gotta untuck, I let the dice hit him up
We been out gettin' dollars, so it's dirty round our collars
Thinking bout' now, nigga fuck tomorrow
Fuck slaving over grills, clockin' minimum wage
I stick my dick in these crates and straight leave with the pape
I been out gettin' dollars, so it's dirty round my collar
Thinking bout' now, nigga fuck tomorrow
Fuck slaving over grills, clockin' minimum wage
I stick my dick in these crates and straight leave with the pape
Brooklyn 07' of God year
When Chuck Strangers finally made the soul reappear
You was crusin' in your Bentley, or your Bimmer, or your Jeep
We was ridin' in the Camry, bobbin' to the beat
Pop texts me a flick of us chillin' on his Honda
"Son if you blow up, keep this shit as a reminder"
I lace up my Nikes and I kiss my Cleopatra
'Cause only through love will, we become a factor
And lately I been going stupid
'Cause they don't see how I'm ruthless, like the Coop is
I'm ruthless like Easy, I'm thinkin' bout' Steezey
Thinking death hurts, I'm riding down [?]
Just leave it to the experts
Charles been in charge since the pre-paid psychic cards
When I was typin' on aim, I was soakin' up game, and
Now I'm in the cut with two Latinas you seen us seem like they specializing, pressurizing penis
She pull out the Regis
Too bad I don't ski bitch
Always knew I would be rich
From the day I walked on mom's floor, 64, and she slapped my shit
Now I'm cussin' in the phone 'cause they owe me bitch
We went out gettin' dollars, so it's dirty round our collars
Thinking bout' now, nigga fuck tomorrow
Fuck slaving over grills, clockin' minimum wage
I stick my dick in these crates and straight leave with the pape
I been out gettin' dollars, so it's dirty round my collar
Thinking bout' now, nigga fuck tomorrow
Fuck slaving over grills, clockin' minimum wage
I stick my dick in these crates and straight leave with the pape
I-I been out
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I been out
I-I-I-I-I-I-I- been out gettin' dollars
I-I-I-I-I-Ii been out gettin' dolla-dollars, gettin' dollars
Ge-ge-ge-ge-gettin' dollars "say what?"
"How yall' feel out there?"
"Say what?"
It's all about uhh doin'
People doing something else other than what they have done
But what they have done is the possible
And the world the way it is today is result of the possible that they did"
Today was like one of those days
When, all you thinkin' bout' is how to get paid
I throw the ivory while broke bitches die for me
Said he had crack but he lied to me
That's no dice, your footwork ain't nice
I'm fucking around in the dice game
Niggas think I'm soft 'cause they is in the rap game
And I don't answer when they hit me, niggas turn to sissies
Bitches clamin' that they miss me
Just the first steps of becoming a G
I used to ace out in the past though
Now before I roll, I rubbed it on Shorty ass yo
four, five, six, you niggas give up the cash slow
Chucky need the old Barkers and a fresh bag of the hydro
Son, you can't even fuck with that
When I was younger we do dice to stop the hunger [?]
'Cause my nigga got a weapon and he fresh outta fucks
He ain't gotta untuck, I let the dice hit him up
We been out gettin' dollars, so it's dirty round our collars
Thinking bout' now, nigga fuck tomorrow
Fuck slaving over grills, clockin' minimum wage
I stick my dick in these crates and straight leave with the pape
I been out gettin' dollars, so it's dirty round my collar
Thinking bout' now, nigga fuck tomorrow
Fuck slaving over grills, clockin' minimum wage
I stick my dick in these crates and straight leave with the pape
Brooklyn 07' of God year
When Chuck Strangers finally made the soul reappear
You was crusin' in your Bentley, or your Bimmer, or your Jeep
We was ridin' in the Camry, bobbin' to the beat
Pop texts me a flick of us chillin' on his Honda
"Son if you blow up, keep this shit as a reminder"
I lace up my Nikes and I kiss my Cleopatra
'Cause only through love will, we become a factor
And lately I been going stupid
'Cause they don't see how I'm ruthless, like the Coop is
I'm ruthless like Easy, I'm thinkin' bout' Steezey
Thinking death hurts, I'm riding down [?]
Just leave it to the experts
Charles been in charge since the pre-paid psychic cards
When I was typin' on aim, I was soakin' up game, and
Now I'm in the cut with two Latinas you seen us seem like they specializing, pressurizing penis
She pull out the Regis
Too bad I don't ski bitch
Always knew I would be rich
From the day I walked on mom's floor, 64, and she slapped my shit
Now I'm cussin' in the phone 'cause they owe me bitch
We went out gettin' dollars, so it's dirty round our collars
Thinking bout' now, nigga fuck tomorrow
Fuck slaving over grills, clockin' minimum wage
I stick my dick in these crates and straight leave with the pape
I been out gettin' dollars, so it's dirty round my collar
Thinking bout' now, nigga fuck tomorrow
Fuck slaving over grills, clockin' minimum wage
I stick my dick in these crates and straight leave with the pape
I-I been out
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I been out
I-I-I-I-I-I-I- been out gettin' dollars
I-I-I-I-I-Ii been out gettin' dolla-dollars, gettin' dollars
Ge-ge-ge-ge-gettin' dollars "say what?"
"How yall' feel out there?"
"Say what?"