Lyrics:
It was Lwansta who they said they were with
Yeah I was that guy I was even the token black guy
I was friends with everybody yeah ntwana man I was that
up office, cough up, pay me in corpses
Tone down
I could probably sell you a CD with no sound
Wait for who you follow to take you to Jonestown
Bleeding
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
And fifty-five with that-how can I compete
Do I have to put on heels and a thong
Before you realize I'm the one who got it going on
I might for you but you prolly
Inconsiderate to competitors trying to elevate
Intermixing intermingling with the venomous snakes
Fuck that you can go on and slither away
Simple minded mutha
lames with steps behind all the greats
Always jackin every claim that was made before you, you paid
I'm guessing every artist at record labels alike
You
grant you good enjoyment for a term appointed
And bestow His abundant grace on the deserving, those who help and serve the needy, physically and with
don't fuck with OB's
You dick ride niggas might be the police, ah ight?
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (aiy ya nigga)
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (yeah!)
Who
those? Lemme try em on!"
Rob you blind like ya eyes closed
Nine other foes on the corner I suppose
Personal space burst his face by his nose
I need to find
you out of time
This is crime by design
If the crown ain't mine tell me who am I behind
Yeah, I'm taking niggas' lunch money
Too bad, I was fucking
booty by booty by booty by booty by hay!
Wasn't it you who left me alone
Wasn't it you who called me on the phone
Wasn't it you who wrecked my home
again I prove that
Any radio show, any DVD, any stage show man
Put me up against gimmicks
Sound effects or skippy flow man
Don’t think that you’re cold
and DVD's)
Now you know who we be (Now you know who we be)
Check you later take it easy (Check you later take it easy)
I can't help but think things
I've
rolling
Yeah, it's dog-eat-dog world
And I'm fucking Sioux
Who the fuck is you?
If you're built
They shoot silverbacks in the fucking zoo
I write this shit
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
And she cain't be fixed, so what if she yours?
We turn housewifes to everyday whores
Send 'em up in stores with the false ID
To get DVD's and big screen
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
don’t mean I won’t get carded
Kill my vibe your whole crew will be parted
I'm a fun guy with some ideas you would run by
Soon as I will stick
Where better to go with a two-year-old who
Gets cabin fever when it's raining cold?
Or you could just chill out
No whistles and bells
And read
man Caprice own
You finna take off them twenties and put them big 23's on
Watchin' the latest DVD's with the TV's on
It's hot AC in winter can turn
colored stars,
Hazey like the fumes girl,
Wonder where you are,
rather be with you girl,
(Ooo Yea)
Can I have you by myside,
This that special edition blue
[talking]
Look here, you know what I mean, I done did a lot of
shit in my life, Yo Gotti, street raised street paid...
[chorus]
I'ma sell my dope
Ayy, I' want a Rover truck, ayy, my bitch cold as fuck, ayy, pressure roll it up,
Look you can't smoke with us, nah, big tymer like Stunna was,
I
man turn off your tv
They say that I'm crazy they say that I'm lost
I'm looking at them like who really lost
With you or not I'm gon get what's mine
Discuss these who you with dvd by katchafire Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In