Oh No
(专辑: Tha Carter II - 2005)
(Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no) Haha, cut the
music up please (Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no) Hahaha, yeah I
play the
bullshit from the
backseat, champ Yeah, I'm in the
backseat, still got the
seat back Feet back, stay from where the
fake be at Niggas snitch for the
shine, where the
patience at? Nigga make his own brother face his back Give love, then take it back Good grief, man, this world is quite heavy on my aching back Cops killing for crack, you know the
story, snakes eat rats Face the
facts, you can't change him Can't shoot it if you can't aim it Can't miss him, if he kill you, then you can't blame him That's just how the
dice roll when you can't fade 'em Get too deep up in that water and they can't save you Me, I
come out of that water like I
was just bathing And watch my step on the
wet pavement, yeah I'm from the
hood, so I
rep 'em where I
can't take 'em "Hollygrove, Hollygrove," was his last statement So nigga, get that look off your face And recognize you got a
crook in the
place They call me W-E-E-crooked letter-Y, I'm so high I
skeet-skeet in any nigga dime like she's mine Street-sweeper in the
back of the
hatch, make me pop the
latch Leave you bloody with the
cops to match Bullet holes in your speakers from the
chopper blast Like, haha, ah That's bullet holes in your sneakers, got you hopping back It all stop when they hit you in your top and back No cocking back, silly motherfucker, you ain't heard 'bout this The
clips hang down to the
dick That's an automatic shotty from a
drum they call "Tommy" Guaranteed to get you bitches from by me When I
hit every piece of your visible body, he leaking Mortimer is no longer leaping, he's sleeping While you pussy niggas is sleeping, I'm thinking Deep in thought, the
boy ain't even winking Bob Marley got me stinking Stacking figures, I'm standing firm, life's a
Slinky Pipes is filled with crack cocaine And the
dope go inside of the
veins From where I
came Though I
bear a
name only one can live with Coach, they won't knock me off my pivot, forget it I'm sicker with it, pick a
city, buy a
condo Find a
fine ho, let some time go, chill What you know about a
bongo having her mind go Over a
convo about dough? Nothing Man, the
four-wheelers look so good on the
sand Tee or tank top, pocket fan No pocketknife, no handgun in sight Just that rat-tat, tat, tat-tat-t-tat-tat, boom Haha, tonight, I
might just boost my feature price 'Cause to each his own, and the
lights is bright And I'm feeling like Mike at a
Tyson fight I'm from Cita house, Big Mama's house She told me to shoot you right after I
knock you out And he ain't getting up after them shots if you hit him in the
right spot Hold up, the
beat might drop (Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no) (Oh no, no, oh, no, no, oh, no, no)