Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fo Yo Sorrows, artist - Big Boi. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Song language: English
Fo Yo Sorrows |
| This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don’t choke on |
| It’s the shit, clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak |
| Unless them toke of it’s, THE BOOOOOOMB! |
| For those who think life is unfair |
| 'Cause I blow my smoke in the air |
| As if no one is standin there |
| Then I’ll roll one tonight, fo' yo' sorrows |
| In my chair, as I sit back smiling from ear to ear |
| With a fistful of your girlfriend’s hair |
| Yes, she’ll blow one tonight, fo' yo' sorrows |
| Daddy Fat Sacks back on the scene |
| Money shot to a Three movies |
| But everything’s straight like 9: 15 |
| It’s back to the time machine, I believe |
| Back to the rhymin, back to the stick |
| Back to the hi-hat, tsk tsk kick |
| Slap, y’all nigga better think that was it |
| We everywhere (BEEEITCH~!) |
| … Like the air you breathe |
| Got 'em stuck like Chuck into what we weave |
| Like a lace front wig stuck to the forehead |
| Best believe I’ll change the steeds |
| Take the lead, change the speed |
| Slow it down just for the sport |
| Nigga, ONE of my favorite rappers happens to be Too $hort |
| Now everybody wanna sell dope (SELL DOPE) |
| Got a P, got a pound, got some hoes (… NOPE!) |
| Jesse Jackson had a lil' bit of hope, for the folks |
| On a roll, back in nineteen eighty fo' (EIGHTY FO'?) |
| BEEEITCH~! |
| Just to let you know that everything is straight |
| I say stank you very much 'cause we appreciate the hate |
| Now go get yourself a handgun, you fuckin with a great |
| Put it your mouth and squeeze it like your morning toothpaste |
| Kill yo’self like Sean Kingston, suicidal for a title |
| My recitals are vital and maybe needed for survival |
| Like the Bible or any other good book that you read |
| Why are 75% of our youth readin magazines? |
| 'Cause they used to fantasy, and that’s what they do to dream |
| Call it fiction addiction 'cause the truth is a heavy thing! |
| 'Member when the levee scream, made the folks evacua-ezz |
| Yeah, I’m still speakin about it 'cause New Orleans ain’t clean |
| When we shout Dirty South, I don’t think that is what we mean |
| I mean, it mean the roguh, the tough, the DANGEROUS, we reign SUPREME |
| Can slaughter entire teams with the ink that my pen bleeds |
| B-I-G, B-O-I — nigga, please! |
| Don’t want no girlfriends |
| Just need my dope (I just need my dope) |
| One foot on the world when, I’m behind in my smoke |
| (I'm behind in my smoke) |
| On the back burner, you can just simmer around |
| But on the front burner, you betta burn, a fat one |
| (Roll it up… fire that shit up) |
| A fat one — fire it up! |
| A fat, fat, fat one… |
| This is that dope-on-dope, smoke but don’t choke on |
| It’s the shit, c-c-clearly blunt junkies have been known to croak-oak-oak |
| Unless them toke of it’s, THE BOOOMB! |
| Bombardin the brain, the bong infinitely plays the place to come |
| Came and went, hindbells spent, b-b-b-b-bent |
| Take another huff and puff and choke and toke |
| Icky sticky sticky and stuff a bowl and |
| Pack a pipe, twist a blunt roll, light a JOINT~! |
| 'Cause this is the dope-on-dope… some GOOD shit… |
| Yeaaaaaaahh… Lean back and puff slow… |