40 Licks
(专辑: Mood Muzik 2: Can It Get Any Worse? - 2006)
Look I
can give a
fuck about opinions, like 'em or love 'em I
never change up, if you don't like 'em then fuck 'em Cause I
was brought up saying sticks and stones Only let you know about whoever's doing the
throwing Dudes is far from what they pretend to be though I
done fired a
few shots and got plenty of gold Nah, if it ain't love, let's begin to be foes Cause now my minds kind of off, I'm like Emily Rose When I
seen my first man get murdered I
took a
little strike from the
game like a
Transit worker Won't keep pushing cats to get paid And be a
grown ass man with no acalade's And know the
truth hurts I
can't fabricate So nothings made up, just the
facts I
say My son 'bout to have a
brother It's a
different father, same mother, if it ain't one thing it's another Sometimes this rap thing seems so easy Til you home looking at that TV Pissed you having a
fit, changing it FUCK MTV Cause you staring at them, thinking that should BE ME The
game and myself is like Jessica and Nick, 'bout to leave The
folks thought we'd never ever split Try to work through it all that we done for eachother Both talented but one is too dumb for the
other Let it go to its boiling point Til it felt like one long episode of Boiling Points But all I
gots this mic and this booth while I'm in it I
figure might aswell tell the
truth while I'm in it Latifa said enjoy my youth while I'm in it I
told her I
do but the
proofs still tinted I'm like an old man when no friends or family Trying to cleanse whatever's left of his 'sanity It's no happy dude here I'm mad at the
world while I'm wishing y'all Happy New Year It's only fair somebody had one New Year's for me always be like my last one New year, same girl, she the
same soldier Think it's all good, probably cause I
told her But I
got some resentment, shit that I
ain't over I
don't trust baby girl far as I
can throw her Rightfully or wrongly she's getting quick sized I'm on the
horn asking chicks for their tit-size Face smiling and there's tears in the
kid's eyes Hiding it from hoes, by talking about my dick size In the
hood with the
best of 'em I'm still hood, just not hood like the
rest of 'em Where's the
answer Don't ask for a
cig', I'm so self-centered I
won't even share this cancer Look to the
sky Talk to an invisible man and hope one day my prayers get answered This shit gets hard with every pull from this cig' or cigar More like what every lick from the
gutiar GOD!