Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not Messin', artist - Dispatch.
Date of issue: 19.08.2012
Song language: English
Not Messin' |
It’s as if the fore fathers |
Gonna trade it for a piece |
They can lick the wound slow |
Like they’re from the northeast |
They resist I’m going easy |
Bankin on the hearsay |
But they all know the man with the co-pay |
Mixed up in the mid, they get the high to low rap |
Its a tight rope, til the rope goes slack |
It’ll blow your mind, but it don’t get you around, |
I ain’t messin' around. |
I ain’t messin' around. |
So I got my gold parachute |
Turn one more left turn |
With my chloroform and a monet |
'fore we can take a long ride down the narrow drive |
And keep ya head down, yeah |
They come and jump in |
Now may I ask to who you reach all the money so I |
Don’t sell the van |
Can’t find my, |
Can’t find my cat’s got nine times |
So let the poochie on the record and ya got 'em on the messin around |
Can we do a re-vote |
Backed by hard-earned job |
It’s hard to get to things of my own |
As if I don’t think, think, thinkin up and sippin on the world |
He was lookin from the top look out |
Say preach, |
Buy them treats, and this guy he prayed |
Father told them pick them on the fallen tree |
Father picked them off the top |
And so we’re getting caught up in the mountain, |
Still no pay check. |
To be found |
I ain’t messin' around |
Are ya sorted? |
Are ya sound? |
Are ya sound? |
Are ya sound? |
Are ya sorted? |