Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wanna-Beez, artist - T-LoveDate of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wanna-Beez |
| Tired of all these WANNA-BEEZ |
| Get away |
| Plates, nobody knows the name, nobody knows the pain |
| The fame’s last on list |
| Can’t get paid with mic in the syst' |
| Gotta roll with a goal that swells the pole |
| These stories are told, when I was like |
| Ten y-years old, won’t be mad if it don’t go gold |
| I could gives a fuck |
| Still cut my zit, and gives it all to soul |
| I rocks the mic, like, dyke, hypes, like, pipes |
| Who got the style, type, like, this, tight, type, tyke? |
| I’m stronger than straight with no chase |
| Emcees I step to’s like a staircase |
| Kick em to the bottom like BASS |
| Let that ink sink into your vellum |
| Open up your eyes then I swell em |
| Chorus: T-Love and Chali 2na |
| Ooh, ah. |
| ooh ooh ah -- ooh, ah ah |
| Wanna-Beez emcees, think they make cheese |
| «Would you like to be a part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?» |
| Ooh, ah. |
| ooh ooh ah -- ooh, ah ah |
| Wanna-Beez I sees, pretend they make G’s |
| «Would you like to be a part of my fan-fanta-fantasy?» |
| Yo some of you brothers be livin lavishly |
| But it’s a travesty |
| You’re sellin millions of records |
| But you a crab emcee |
| Fakin hard as a rock, you just a wimp man please |
| Your crew is a circus act of chim-pan-zees |
| Heh, there’s a disease in your lecture |
| Lackin extra texture, what you flex neglects to wreck |
| Got ta execute you pile; |
| and boot the file |
| When I shoot the style I’m givin root canals |
| Now which of you punks be amongst me |
| To let the funk free, I keep my composition junk free |
| Consistently, like your monthly |
| Plus I’m scent free, wack emcees can not hunt me — down |
| Kickin freeze in the soundbooth |
| Wanna-Beez, be on they knees to get down |
| Truth be told, the proof we hold, woke the old |
| When they made me into an emcee, they broke the mold |
| Like that |
| Chorus w/ variations |
| No time’s narrowin |
| I don’t be flippin with the heroin, like Errol Flynn |
| See I can fly, high up in the sky |
| Have track marks, all up on my thigh, but why? |
| Cause Baton Rouge blues, don’t compare |
| To Malibu, you, can have anything you choose |
| Yet you all up in this B-Girl's news |
| Tryin to wear shoes |
| All up in my mix, waitin for the opportunity |
| To transfix, to culturist |
| You wanna-be down with the, crews and clicks |
| But, you can’t kick it, why? |
| He’s a punk bitch |
| Jockin Wu-Tang, don’t know new slang |
| Mad cause you can’t hit black pu-tang |
| All B-Boys and Girls will soon see |
| That you are, a, wanna, be |
| Chorus 2X w/ variations + Chali 2na in last |
| Wanna-Beez emcees, they aim to please |
| 2na Fish and T-Love, like that, hah |