I ALWAYS FEEL LIKE,
SOMEBODY WATCHIN' ME, WATCHIN' ME.
COULD IT BE THE WAY I'M STILL TIGHT,
NIGGAS THAT DIDN'T USE TO FEEL ME;
JOCKIN' ME, JOCKIN' ME.
THE WHOLE WORLD GOT TOO MUCH MONEY FOR ME
NOT TO GET NO'DOE DOE'
CAN'T NO HOE ROCK HARDER
THAN THE ONE FROM 'SO-SO'
I NEVER GO BROKE BROKE.
I KEEP COMING WITH THE VOCALS
THAT MAKE MOST KNOW,
WHY THE FUCK I BOAST, BOAST
AND BRAG
WHY SHOULD I LOOK SAD THAT I GOT
SOME LOOT NOW IN FACT A NEW HOUSE
WATCH WHEN I BACK THE COUPE OUT,AND
NIGGAS LIPS DROOP OUT.
THE SAME WAY THEY DO WHEN I SHOW YOU BRAT
WITH A LITTLE BIT OF BOOBS OUT.
AND A BIG ASS PROTRUDE OUT,
GUESS THE NEWS OUT,
SOME OF YOU BITCHES LOSE OUT
WHEN THE SEXINESS OOZE OUT.
LIKE ORGASMS I'M THE BEST AT THIS,
THROW A TANTRUM WHEN I MOVE TO SOME MAJOR SHIT.
IF YOU THINKIN' OF BECOMING ONE OF MY FAVORITES,
YOU GOTTA PAY A BITCH, CAUSE I'M STAYIN' RICH.
I AIN'T QUITTIN' QUITTIN,
WAY BEFORE FUNKDAFIED I WAS SPITTIN SPITTIN
HOOK-
THROW YO' HANDS IN DA AIR, LIKE YOU DON'T CARE.
THIS FO' NIGGAS AND BITCHES EVERYWHERE.
FOR EVER WE PLAYERS PLAYERS,
FLASH ON 'EM, GET CASH ON'EM MAKE'EM STARE STARE.
THROW YO' HANDS IN DA AIR FROM SIDE TO SIDE.
FOREVER I'M HIGH, HIGH,
TOGETHER WE RIDE, RIDE,
I'M NEVER TOO TIRED TO GET THAT PAPER BABY!
IF YA'LL WANNA SEE ME, SEE ME.
I'M A GIVE YA'LL SOMETHIN' TO LOOK, LOOK AT!
MAKE A NIGGA NECK TURN, TURN FOR BRAT.
BURN, BURN THES HOE'S 'CAUSE I'M BACK, AND MY PANTS STILL SAG.
IT'S AUTOMATIC TO WANNA JUMP ON MY WAGON, WAGON;
I AIN'T LACKIN', LACKIN' ON SHIT! OPEN YO' EYES WITH A BODY,
WHEN I TRY ON CLOTHES THA FIT, FIT.
I'M ARTICULATE AND PARTICULATE TO WHO I LET HIT, HIT.
AND GET UP IN DA MIDDLE IN DA CENTER OF MY TOOTSIE ROLL, ROLL ME
SOMETHING. SMOKE, SMOKE AND BURN SLOW, SLOW.
DON'T KEEP IT A SECRET, TELL ALL YA FOLKS
SEE ME WHEN I SHINE I GLOW, GLOW.
FROM THE C-H-I-C-AGO, 6-0-6-4-4.
AND I TRUST NO NIGGA TO MAKE A MISTAKE FOR ME
GUNS READY TO BLAZE ENEMIES. IF YOU SOME OF THE ONE'S RUN...
I CAN'T CONTROL MY TRIGGER FINGER,
WHEN IT PUMP, PUMP.
STAY OUTTA THE WAY WHEN I COME, COME.
IT'S GUARANTEED TO BUMP, BUMP YOUR TRUNK.
AND PUT A HUMP IN YOUR BACK
IF NIGGAS ASK, 'WHO THUMPIN', IT'S BRAT, BRAT...
-HOOK-
MYSTIKAL
YOU CAN TURN IT DOWN PLAYER,
WE DON'T LISTEN TO THAT
THE BITCH DON'T THUMP
THAT BEAT AIN'T TIGHT
NIGGA THAT SHIT AIN'T PHAT
EVERYTIME SLACK
I BE BRINGIN' IT BACK
WITH THE RYTHUM AND RAP
('EVERY LIVE MOTHER KNOW (KICK IT) WHERE IT'S AT)
NIGGAS SAY "I LOVE IT LONGS IT GOT SOMETHIN
TO DO WITH THE BRAT"
STILL SMOKE A NIGGA UNDER THE TABLE
WITH THE LINES, AND THE WORDS, AND THE HOOKS, AND THE
PHRASES,
STILL PUTTIN' OUT NOTHING BUT BLAZES. GET YOUR
HAND OUT MY POCKET, GET YOUR FOOT OUT YOUR
MOUTH AND YOUR HEAD OUT YOUR ASS. KEEP
YOUR NOSE OUT MY BUSINESS. AND I MEAN IT
GOT DAMN IT CAUSE I'M FINNA GET MAD
I PUT EM IN THE TRASH BAG TWIST TIE PUT EM OUT
MONDAY AND WEDNESDAY.
I KICK'EM IN THEIR RAGGEDY ASS
TAKE MONEY FROM'EM EVERY TIME THEY BET AGAINST
ME
I KNOW IT AIN'T FAIR
BUT I SWIM WITH ALLIGATORS
AND I WRESTLE WITH BEARS
THROW YOUR HANDS IN DA AIR
AS HIGH AS YOU CAN AND LEAVE THEM BITCHES THERE.
HO