It's Like That - Alternate Version
Jaydee
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I'ma let y'all niggas pop the coochie (why?) cause you pussy
Plus this four-five bustin'll back that ass up like Juvie
Sophisticated bourgeois niggas with bad habits
And if you don't like it, you can get it
And stick it where the sun don't glisten
Niggas is critics and some don't listen, I told y'all
Persevering through all of this bullshit, and life is
A black six and a hoodrat catching a contact, plus they innocent
Get my brains blown out like John Kennedy
Remember me? Split a nigga ear to cheek within a beat
Best kept secret, got some shit fixin to hit the street
Y'all niggas ain't even an issue
So real a nigga bleed through the pencil, it's like that
I need to stay off the scene, cause y'all gay motherfuckers is mean
I'm seen buying beats off this nigga, that's like the end of my career
I tell a nigga like Fuzz, man fuck that
I'm trying to have these bitches like "you see me, I touch Lacs"
Give niggas pounds like "see me, I touch Lacs"
Plus tracks banging out the back of the Range
Respect my gunning, I speak with a double-barrel slang
In unison with this music in the back of my brain
Rocking straw hats and Pradas, calmly eating on McDonald's
But I know the time, it's time to get you a Movado
Some shit that's hard to swallow, you ain't even an issue
I'm so real, a nigga ain't gotta diss you, it's like that
I got a new respect for half-ass rappers and wack producers
There's something about pure talent that attracts the useless
But drains the pure talent juices
That's detrimental to the rootless
That drink artificially flavored sodas
With big egos to compensate small frames like Yoda's
America made to break down like dollar store purchases
But so-called real niggas turn to Catholic services
You know perpin is you, don't hate me
I play hooky from new schools and teach about the old
With rap cats that's cold like Michigan weather
Sportin FUBU gear, pushing Timberland leather
Through city blocks with scriptures that blast
And turn motherfuckers into father figures
Y'all, niggas, better recognize
Ain't shit jumpin off unless Ta'Raach authorize
Tell a nigga like this, make like Dwele and rise
Cause B.C. and everything we make is fly
I got a lot of shining to do
And when I drop I'ma redefine hot
See y'all niggas got a lot of rhyming to do
Trying to get a spot with a view
A tan six and a watch band with a dime or two
Understand it, granted, I'ma bust til I can't breathe
And every chicken alive got my cover to vibe
It's the Usher of Jay-Z, the Montana and (Tony)
Crash the cabaret, glasses they cradle
Links swinging past my navel, cocky enough to captivate you
You're all consumed
The smell of arrogance in the air when I walk in the room (a playboy)
Recognize with G-Quest and press on
And if it ain't dawn, y'all niggas still pawns on the chessboard
(Like Cat said) don't nobody give a fuck
Until you get them ducks and hit em up
Spit for the bucks, square business, what