Lyrics:
y'all don't really know me like you think you know me
We know how you speculate
Thinking we gon' hit your friend if you object to date
Claim we're
speakin' Spanish
No comprende, me no speak no Engle
Here now yo' ass feelin' tingley
Now you're doin' shit like Darryl Stingley
Don't get stung by
I just need one good onetell me that
You'll be the good one
Why don't youstay, stay, stay?
Oh oh oh oh oh! Oh oh oh oh oh oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Do what I do and I do what I write
A matter of time is a matter of mine
And the rhythm been blue, sunshine you can feel it
10 by 10 hundred times
me, that nigga do what Simon say
Bandwagon ass niggas hoppin' on my title wave
Know we not the same, man, don't matter what you smokin
I'm only gettin'
niggas know I'm pullin up
Yea you know the name Lul Cedy what the fuck is up
I don't even fuck with niggas why you faking funk
Been a real ass nigga ever
be slippin up, you’ll get hit rough
Uhh - I just bust you
Upside yo big fat head when me cuss you
Nobody loves you, that’s why they never come thru
It
That's why I write this sonnet
If the pressure get too much for me to take and I break
Play this tape for my daughter and let her know my life is on it
around the way
Yo, hey nappy head
Yo, wassup?
What you got there?
Ha, I got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba
Word?
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well
just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's
on the side of the road he tryna fight the rain
I go and do something they gon' repeat it like what Simon say
I'm out eatin' surf and turf you tryna ride
Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can
vague about your faith so I can't tell if you're for the Highness though
Simon Says to boast diamonds, otherwise they won't buy it
Lotta rappers so
time and time again
You're not ready like me, don't try for ten
Your life is dead, oh and your wife's a sket
So, you wanna play games, then I'm the ref
can be Simon, and don't have to draw
Step to the a.m. and not sit by the door
I can have pockets, and don't have to be swollen
Fat-ass beat, and it
take my hand
Solitude if you leave me forever, no more pain
True Sibe… True Sibe… True Siberian
Take my hand for no more pain, True Siberian
Don’t
for a reason
Do what? Simon says do som
For what, Cuz you're a dumb beana!
The 6 6 ply means ima drug dealer
I'm have to lie or they locker me in
, why must I keep reminding
You to step back, let the Lyte shine
Do not say shit till you
Write your own rhymes
Your mold is fake, crayola, crayon
Don't
to write rhymes and try to attack me
You will get nowhere, the Lyte is too blinding
Tell me, why must I keep reminding
You to step back, let the Lyte shine
couple minutes like a track phone
Get my racks on, 'til my stack long
Why you spyin' on me, lil nigga I'm the mother fucking back bone
So you can lean
more talk less yea
Yea yea
You just gotta say the word, I am on standby
Got me triggered, like I got a 9 by my side
Text me where I am at I'll be
around the way
Yo, hey nappy head
Yo, wassup?
What you got there?
Ha, I got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba
Word?
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well
more when he come 'round he friendly
You a lil Roly-Poly, I roll dope, in a fucking Bentley
Double C, mercy me, Perky don't put me to sleep
Jesus freak,
Yur
Savior Noncents
You Understand Realness
Ay Dario, kill this beat
Yo tell me, what is normal in this society
The one run by the psychopaths that
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