Bar'd Up
(专辑: The Weeklys, Vol. 1 - 2019)
What's happening? (What up Dizz) The
weeklies We back, yeah Shoutout JT Music (Okay) DJ Beans, what up? (Okay) Real fashionista, what's poppin? (Aight) Nah'mean? (Yeah) The
enlightened entrepreneur, what's good? King Low, what up? You could smoke a
spliff on a
cliff, but ain't no mountain high enough Or wide enough to try to touch The
author calling' writers bluff I
really don't think you write enough And them ghostwritten verses you purchase you couldn't buy enough To quiet me, I'm fired to fuck up now, uptown Stay low, my signature move like I'm signed to Duck Down Hundred round darker, Travis Barker bring the
drums out Rappers talking' shit and they team tell me, what's up now? Doing this every week, come eat if you wanna beef Gotta be on my level though, not a
predator, let it go I
ain't hunting for sheep, I'm hunting something with teeth Waking the
coroner up just to lay you under a
sheet, pussy Aim Glocks and pop it, bring you some grief I
don't need Dwayne Johnson to rock a
nigga to sleep But we really ain't niggas, we neegers But I
could keep it a
secret A
freak, it remain conscious and stomp niggas on beats (Cali) West coast, home of the
synthesizer Put the
clap in the
track, hit a
energizer I'm from the
city where the
system hate the
citizens Think a
innocent child criminalize 'em Instead of civilize 'em, they'd rather penalize 'em That what incentivize 'em They wear a
frown, I
spot a
clown and Pennywise 'em Liquor stores on every corner, the
Henny geyser Tryna escape it with sports, hoping they win the
Heisman By any means, I'm chasing a
different dream I
could buy eight cars I
make a
million on straight bars Even if I
shake materialistic things, still keep three infrareds, call it a
triple beam Weigh the
dope lines, keep up with the
bar scheme All about the
bank, talking chase like a
car scene Upper echelon, our team, never test the
don Weapons long, going Decepticons, make a
Starscream (Yeah!) Give 'em the
middle finger, holding your neck when the
pistol ring Like nicotine and emphysema, do the
dirt, you sent to cleaners Bring it to your door like niggas that get subpoenaed It's the
king of gripping neenas Lyrical genius bringing fire, Rick and Teena with the
heater Flee the
scene and switch demeanors This a
misdemeanor, meaning light work Born a
king like Miss Regina I
stood on the
throne like once a
week for 'em Them other series was keeping my seat warm (Yeah!) What happens when they reposses your cars up? (Huh?) You lose all your money, you fall on hard luck (Huh?) No skill in the
ring, you put your guards up You boxing with' Crooked, you getting bar'd up (Tell 'em) Bar'd up (Tell 'em) Bar'd up (Bar'd up) You fucking with' Crooked, you getting bar'd up (Tell 'em) Bar'd up (Tell 'em) Bar'd up You fucking with' Crooked, you getting The
weeklies (The weeklies)