The shit that you promote
Fighting, fucking
Like you don't want to grow
Your talking so much sex
But you nah tell the youts bout AIDS
And you tell them bout consequence, no
Your talking like you a G
But you are killer killing your own
Your just a racist man's pussy
Tell me who wants to know
What when who where
Or how you do your hoe
Certainly not me
Certainly not me
'Cause baby personally
I like to be challenged mentally
I've heard it all before
Gangsta's pimps and whores
Quality is poor
A girl like me needs more
It takes more (takes more)
To amuse a girl like me
So much more (much more)
To confuse a girl like me
They've got you (they've got you)
'Cause while you braggin' 'bout your badness your just
Avoiding, adding
To the real shit thats happenin' to us
Now who gives a damn
About the ice on your hands?
If its not too complex
Tell me how many African's died
For the baguettes on your Rolex?
So what you pushing a nice car
Don't you know there's no such thing as superstar
We leave this world alone
So who gives a fuck about the things you own?
Certainly not me
Certainly not me
'Cause baby personally
I like to be challenged mentally
Your bullshit's insignificant
And it don't help to pay my rent
Its pure negativity
That you impose on we
It takes more (takes more)
To amuse a girl like me
So much more (much more)
To confuse a girl like me
They've got you (They've got you)
'Cause while you braggin' 'bout your badness your just
Avoiding, adding
To the real shit thats happenin' to us
It takes more (takes more)
To amuse a girl like me
So much more (much more)
To confuse a girl like me
They've got you (They've got you)
'Cause while you braggin' 'bout your badness your just
Avoiding, adding
To the real shit thats happenin' to us
Now I could sit and chat shit bout dicks anPOS:
The instamatic focal point bringing damage to your boroughs
Be some brothers from the east with some beats that be thorough
Got the solar gravitation so I'm bound to pull it
I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets
Gun control means using both hands in my land
Where it's all about the cautious livin'
Migrating to a higher form of consequence, compliments
Of strugglin', that shouldn't be notable,
Man every word I say should be a hip hop quotable.
DOVE:
I'm sick of bitches shakin' asses
I'm sick of talkin' about blunts,
Sick of Versace glasses,
Sick of slang,
Sick of half-ass awards shows,
Sick of name brand clothes.
Sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks,
Cocaine and crack
Which brings sickness to blacks,
Sick of swoll' head rappers
With their sicker-than raps
Clappers and gats
Makin' the whole sick world collapse
The facts are gettin' sick
Even sicker perhaps
Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse
POS:
Man life can get all up in your ass baby you betta work it out
Let me tell you what it's all about
A skin not considered equal
A meteor has more right than my people
Who be wastin' time screaming who they've hated
That's why the Native Tongues have officially been re-instated
(Vibes....vibrations)
Stakes is high
(Higher than high)
You know them stakes is high
(Higher than high)
When we talkin' 'bout the
(Vibes....vibrations)
Stakes is high, you know them stakes is high
When we dealin' with the
(Vibes....vibrations)
Stakes is high
(Hey yo, what about that love?)
POS:
Yo, it's about love for cars, love for funds
Loving to love mad sex, loving to love guns
Love for opposite, love for fame and wealth
Love for th