Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Is Us, artist - LL COOL J. Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
This Is Us |
| I’ma give ally’all somethin, word up Word up — all my live cats out there gonna love me for this one |
| Uh-huh. |
| they gon’be like, |
| «Yo you, you need to listen to that joint L made» |
| Heh-heh. |
| word up That’s the joint you gotta listen to, y’knahmean? |
| Check this out y’all |
| I got the key that fits the lock of a real dog’s mind B The answer to the question chicks ask most the time see |
| Why my man cheat and give some bitch my heat? |
| Slap me one day then Sunday he’s so sweet? |
| To me and mine, this nigga’s hard to define |
| cause he beefin when he broke but he arrogant when he shine |
| It fucks you up, you wonder if you wastin time |
| Mention marriage, he lit a Dutch and peeped out the blinds |
| What different niggaz feels in they hearts is scary |
| I used to say shit like, |
| «C'mon baby, you should be honored to share me» |
| She used to throw the cakes up, plus the burger was hairy |
| I used to have to think of shit to keep 'em comin, you niggazfeel me? |
| Baby or no baby I wasn’t loyal or nuttin |
| Just me and my niggaz on tour, frontin and hittin somethin |
| Red lipstick prints all over my drawers |
| Oh you wanna be an actress huh? |
| Well my movie’s hardcore |
| Like Dungeons &Dragons; |
| gettin brains in a Benz wagon |
| Step out, jeans saggin, crew laughin |
| Gettin blazed by the fiend for ten bones a piece |
| Nuttin but the dog in me needin to be released |
| This is us Chorus: Carl Thomas |
| You know that I do, the best that I can |
| But you don’t seem to love me no more, no more |
| I try to please you, and be your man |
| But you don’t seem to love me no more, no more |
| The flipside of the coin, what team you wanna join? |
| You in The Tunnel every Sunday exposin your tenderloins |
| in every rap cat’s face, with some ol’flirty shit to say |
| Need to go home, wash your kids up, and put your tits away |
| Me and my clique in motion, ch&agne and Alize |
| Got your mind bubblin crazy, wanna flip Cool J Spend your last on your hairdo, but you ain’t save a dime |
| to put your child through college baby, now have you? |
| Go get a job interview, your bad-ass kids a curfew |
| and skip that «Bills Bills"shit broads is goin through |
| I know this prostitute who said that life ain’t cute |
| Child born with a destiny only God can dispute |
| Players giggle and laugh, flashin gats and cash |
| My dogs don’t care about you Boo, they like your ass |
| Told me if I call and your man answer, ask for L so he can say, «No L live here,"our code is ill |
| Tell him you about to catch a flick with Sherell |
| Plottin and schemin in the shower, masturbatin on the cell |
| The neighborhood hustler, that cat we all know |
| That nigga we grew up with, son from next do' |
| My dream was to flow and escape the hell below |
| but the demons in my life set fire to my dough |
| I thought about murder, I vowed my revenge |
| like the devil’s pumpin hate through my heart with a syringe |
| This is us They say a man gon’be a man, but that’s only half the scenario |
| You nag a cat, you givin him a license to fuck a hoe |
| When a man come home late, he want his girl to say hello |
| Not hear all that bullshit, bout, «Nigga where you go?» |
| Fried chicken ready, t-shirt and panties at the stove |
| Messages written down, blunt rolled ready to go Give me a hug, not too long, give me space |
| When a cat got issues don’t need you all up in his face |
| Rub your breasts, kick back, smile a little |
| If it’s rainin outside, chill, listen to the drizzle |
| Now kiss my chest, call me Superman |
| Pull down my boxers by the Calvin Klein band |
| (?) wash it, enjoy the flavor, I return the favor |
| This behavior, should save ya from me all night freakin, with a nineteen year-old |
| half naked Puerto Rican, creamy ass leakin |
| Every man will agree, when she nag it’s killin me I don’t always wanna talk about how the world is shittin on me |
| I sip some Alize and meditate the pain away |
| And get in my own zone where I wanna be alone for solo |
| Reminisce with photos |
| And missed opportunities to make some dough flow, you know? |
| Chill, relax baby, support me from the background |
| Believe in my dreams, instead, you and your girls sat 'round |
| complain about, who’s tradin ass for cash |
| If there ain’t no trust then just us can’t last |
| This is us, I know you feelin that |
| Think about that shit, word up Your man, your man, your man |
| Everything we’ve been through yeah |
| All the places we’ve been yeah |
| Just don't know if I'll be the same again, ha Ever since you walked all all over me, ha And even if we bring this back together, ha You know it won't be the same, no no no no No |
| no no no no, ha Ohhh I, I, baby I, tried to be your man |
| Whoahoahhohhh, ohhhhh yeahhhhh |
| Hooo hooo hooo |
| Can’t you hear meee? |
| Can’t you hear meee? |
| Whoahhhh. |