Murda Beatz & Shordie Shordie - Moral To The Story

Lyrics

Come to the trap, when you get the trap
Ain't no going back to telling on niggas
And niggas bitching, I know that  brought you to the hood just to put you on game like a ceiling
You shine like the light
Arguments, wanna put up a fight
I been driving a minute, them bitches ain't with it, they just wanna see you 
(M-M-Murda)

See, I had to clean around the coupe before I came, excuse
The mess I made, I usually do not drive through
Southern California, San Diego, Santa Barbara
All the way to Mexico, feel like I drove the coast

 excite me
I'm just keeping it real, had to do it 
Steady calling her baby, but she ain't no baby, act like it, I'm getting you diapers
Get to acting and bragging but you won't go nowhere, you just wanna be on my line
Told her hold up, I'm losing my line
Give it back 'cause you losing my time, but it ain't for no better or worse
Fuck a text, send a letter or word
 'fore you having money, I swear it was better at first, I'm lazy

See, I had to clean around the coupe before I came, excuse
The mess I made, I usually do not drive through
Southern California, San Diego, Santa Barbara
All the way to Mexico, feel like I drove the coast
See, I had to clean around the coupe before I came, excuse
The mess I made, I usually do not drive through
Southern California, San Diego, Santa Barbara
All the way to Mexico, you make me drive, oh

Had to clean around the, before I came
The mess I made, I, I do not try
Southern California, San Diego, Santa Barbara
(I'ma do it three times, I'ma do it three times)
See, I had to clean around the coupe before I came
The mess I made, this mess i made
Found in California, San Diego, Santa Barbara
All the way to Mexico, you really gotta go
All the way to Mexico, you really gotta go