Is This What It's About?
Posted: Sun Sep 05, 2010 12:27 pm
[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xCN3NbtAzi8[/video]
Shit became to repetitive it's the shit you dance too
not what you had to do just to get this level, nah dude
till your breath collapse through, hand on the handle
stick up kids, shit that they would take when they grab'd you
it's flossy, they even had this Kelis bitch claimin' she bossy
a legend co-sign the track and it's all good, we watching
sideline, rib pokin' out, the shit in the barbershop spoke about
how could they let dudes console the crowd, boast about ho's and clout
some shit you just don't know about, baby sister gettin' pregnant
other one fuckin' up in english, math, history, playing ig'nant
go study, shit ain't been the same since dudes like to throw money
I find it so funny, till they start crackin' when it's yo money
treat the game like timberland, or treat loss like Timbaland
get lost, responsible gentlemen, pop champagne on ignorance
floss over membership, first class jet, a watch from Switzerland
I mean damn, I can't even get a ride to work, but I'm tryna work
10 minutes late, ran till my sides'll hurt, I can't find the spurt
asked for a ride, fine ya jerk, you ain't seen me but you gon' hear me
whether I touch you spiritually, or till I get taken seriously
y'all will huddle the lawn, tryna get your hand out, subtless thoughts
till I reach to the side of the door and say fuck it get on
now they join the bandwagon, while the young'ns still got pants saggin'
I move past it scramblin', to get to the next level, passed bags and...
other shit sunken in the back of the trunk, now thats Atlantis
car pool, hidden knowledge from a shorty I just met Tuesday night
I don't give a fuck who they like, I just say Ooo yea they tight
keep it bobbin' and weavin', treat it like it's Pay Per View Tuesday Fights
look I ain't got no time to be stressin', Newport lit, Smoke Free
I'm about to make this shit feel like it's stuck back in 03
all that candy cane shit can get thrown off the trees blow me.....
(beat stopped)
Shit became to repetitive it's the shit you dance too
not what you had to do just to get this level, nah dude
till your breath collapse through, hand on the handle
stick up kids, shit that they would take when they grab'd you
it's flossy, they even had this Kelis bitch claimin' she bossy
a legend co-sign the track and it's all good, we watching
sideline, rib pokin' out, the shit in the barbershop spoke about
how could they let dudes console the crowd, boast about ho's and clout
some shit you just don't know about, baby sister gettin' pregnant
other one fuckin' up in english, math, history, playing ig'nant
go study, shit ain't been the same since dudes like to throw money
I find it so funny, till they start crackin' when it's yo money
treat the game like timberland, or treat loss like Timbaland
get lost, responsible gentlemen, pop champagne on ignorance
floss over membership, first class jet, a watch from Switzerland
I mean damn, I can't even get a ride to work, but I'm tryna work
10 minutes late, ran till my sides'll hurt, I can't find the spurt
asked for a ride, fine ya jerk, you ain't seen me but you gon' hear me
whether I touch you spiritually, or till I get taken seriously
y'all will huddle the lawn, tryna get your hand out, subtless thoughts
till I reach to the side of the door and say fuck it get on
now they join the bandwagon, while the young'ns still got pants saggin'
I move past it scramblin', to get to the next level, passed bags and...
other shit sunken in the back of the trunk, now thats Atlantis
car pool, hidden knowledge from a shorty I just met Tuesday night
I don't give a fuck who they like, I just say Ooo yea they tight
keep it bobbin' and weavin', treat it like it's Pay Per View Tuesday Fights
look I ain't got no time to be stressin', Newport lit, Smoke Free
I'm about to make this shit feel like it's stuck back in 03
all that candy cane shit can get thrown off the trees blow me.....
(beat stopped)