Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So What U Sayin', artist - 8Ball & MJG. Album song On the Outside Looking In, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.03.2015
Record label: CRF
Song language: English
So What U Sayin' |
| Hoo… hey, listen baby, oh no no, oh |
| Hey, listen baby, hoo… |
| MJ-fucking-G and I’ll still be a fucking victim |
| Stick them, things into the air and then I pick them |
| Punks who, thought that they could catch me on the creep tip |
| Three slip, quickly when I unloaded my 9 clip |
| As I tip slowly to my muh-fuckin' Lexus |
| Next it’s trouble for a nigga down in Texas |
| Check this: police pull me over on the highway |
| Why they, jack me up, I don’t know, so I act and I stay |
| Heartless toward the muthafuckin' system |
| Get them devils out the office then I trick them |
| Suckas, crackers musta thought I was a cookie, rookie |
| Cop got dropped when he took the notion |
| That he could fuck with me, it was a dream |
| A pump or, somethin' in his hand made him run up, sun up |
| A Klansmember really got me fucked up, plus us |
| Black folks ain’t goin' for that stuff, nigga, so what you sayin' |
| Money (ho, so much money) and bitches (and bitches, baby) |
| Candy paint (candy paint) and switches (and switches) |
| Top let down, and I’m sky high (and I’m sky high, baby) |
| So what’cha sayin', nigga? |
| I’ma get by |
| Hell yeah, a real nigga, straight from the streets of the Mound |
| With nappy hair and gold teeth shining under my crown |
| And I must pack the fat bud sack |
| And my gat for the niggas who don’t know how to act |
| Fuck that, gotta be a rebel in the 9−4 |
| Hell is waiting for me, but I refuse to go |
| Cops try to treat me just like Rodney |
| Pull a nigga over but they did not see the Uzi |
| What must I do, should I blast on the 5-O? |
| Then I’ll be another black man on death row |
| Sitting in my cell asking God for forgiveness |
| God will forgive me, but crackers won’t forgive this |
| Black nigga taught to kill by the white man |
| Television got me wantin' to live like the white man |
| So I take a look around my neighborhood |
| Liquor stores and pawn shops covering every block |
| Money (ho, so much money) and bitches |
| Candy paint (love my paint job) and switches |
| Top let down, and I’m sky high (so high, so high) |
| So what’cha sayin', nigga? |
| I’ma get by |
| Guess I’m a thug with the mind of a pimp plus the heart of a hustler |
| Trust a, dollar and my momma, fuck a busta |
| Must a, sucka get noid in my presence |
| Hell yeah, bitch, I got the thug type of essence |
| Plus I, underestimate just how I rough I |
| Can hit when I’m mixed up in all type of shit |
| I’m a community outcast, and I’m causing lots of trouble |
| So call them fuckin' folks on the double |
| But a couple of badge-wearing bitches ain’t gon' stop me |
| Drop the, bombs on your muthafuckin' ass when I pop the |
| Pins out these 20-inch grenades |
| And spray, your ass in the past when you play |
| Yourself tryna level with a giant, a chiefer |
| Constantly chiefin' hay a.k.a. potent reefer |
| Teach a, older bitch a newer trick and keep a |
| Hustle on my mind all the time, nigga, so what you sayin' |
| Money (money, baby) and bitches (oh, and bitches) |
| Candy paint (candy paint) and switches (oh, and switches) |
| Top let down, and I’m sky high (so high, so high) |
| So what’cha sayin', nigga? |
| I’ma get by (get by, baby) |
| Eightball and MJG on this funky funky rec |
| Mark ass niggas get checked when they disrespect |
| Pimpin' at its finest from the heart of Memphis, Tennessee |
| Busta muthafuckas need to open their eyes and look at the |
| World as I see it, but to me, a nigga never will |
| Comprehend through the message that I send, which is real |
| Niggas like me from the M-O-U-N-D |
| We just smoke and try to meditate, avoiding those who player hate |
| Real niggas have to carry gas when it’s necessary |
| Players haters planning to jack me, I’ll have to wet ya |
| Bet ya, rappers who be talking all that tough shit |
| Front them hoes like men and watch ‘em fold like a punk bitch |
| Weak ass niggas get raised in the studio |
| Fuckin' around with me, I’m tryna put you in a grave, hoe |
| Pray no nigga wants to this step mack pimp in this |
| The South Click, so what you sayin', bitch? |
| Money (money, money, money) and bitches (oh, and bitches) |
| Candy paint (oh, I love my paint job) and switches (oh, and switches) |
| Top let down, and I’m sky high (so high, so high) |
| So what’cha sayin', nigga? |
| I’ma get by (I'ma get by) |
| Oh, I’ve got so much money |
| Hey, baby |