Lyrics:
remember my father he wasn't really there
So it was only me and Miss Pat Scott but that was ok
She raised me everywhere
I learned piano at the age of six
percent less
Rap will take me to the 1 percentage
(HEAR ME)
Learn to live a little
Learn to live a little bit
You already know
I’m a freak
I'm a dog
I’m
respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You
what I see on the TV
That lead me to write this song
After talking to my father
But the anger in this song seem
To write it's damn self
Hell No We Ain't
please dad?
Can I hang wit my little gang out?
Hearin shots rang out, heard my moms call my name out
Come upstairs, run up stairs
Take a bath, shit stained
Her come-on was direct and strong
From her question to her kiss
She said she'd had a little much to drink
She didn't usually do this
But she was
look on his boatrace,
And judging by his threads, he clearly has no taste,
Except in buying jewellery, he's so uninhibited
He's really made a fool of me
and a red cool cat
I want the girls to hear me rap
Cause this mc has got the nack
I'm your body-popping shell shocking
Girls hocking eye popping
ain't gonna stop
Little darling, 'till I see you once again.
Pinch me if I'm dreaming
I'm some where I've never been-eh
You lead me by my hand into
checks
Balling hard like i play for the pats
Dirty Dan so I'm making em mad
Clean em up someone get me a Glad
Getting money yeah straight to bag
Laseup
Please lord forgive me for what I'm bout to do
You see I got a problem with the way that
Some of your faithful flock is representing you
They say
heavy..
And with.. a will that's strong
I got a little older, three years to be exact
When a crew named Midnight Express gave me a crack
It consist
and settin' up assassinations
Ask Pat Robertson, quiz him (mm, smells like terrorism)
Racism in the news, still one-sided views
Sayin' whites find food
Pray
The Rolls Royce smothered in cashmere
A mean rookie
I'm seeing pussy like it's a pat smear
My last chick damn new nigga a dweeb
He couldn't see me like
is it?
You, you, you can look up, I never come down
I tap dance on the clouds
Yeah, I keep it plainer than Pat, dog
So plain it's almost like I don't
dandruff
She wears a smile and, me, I wear handcuffs
Yo wait a minute savior
How about a little truth
You couldn't save yourself if you had
A cape
shop getting sunk
Get a little busy and go a little dizzy
Get funky
Don't ask me we just need the love get it right
And everybody bringing the funk
to me, yeah this is fun to me
It's the one that you've come to see
Little old me, D-E-V
This is fun to me (Fun to me), yeah this is fun to me (Fun
as I can see.
Left by the lamp, right next to the bed, on a cartoon cat pat you scratched with a pen, "Everything is as it has always been. This
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
just to clarify
That was me smoking a joint
That was not me smoking cereal
I know it's a little confusing because of the juxtaposition
I want the hook
day you jealous, now you tryin' to come and pat my back
Really think I'm trippy on the beat, like it's Acid Rap
Y'all be sleepin' on me now, I'm bout
a little faith
Don’t lie to me baby look me in my face
Carry all these burdens trynna use my strength
A lot of things in life I know I’m thankful for
You're a little ting, different
This situation getting sticky, chatting to this bimbo, she's giving me a stiffy
We made the car smell iffy
And nah she
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