Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What I Gotta Say, artist - 9th Wonder. Date of issue: 12.11.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
What I Gotta Say |
| Wait a minute, just you listen |
| To what I’ve got so say, yeah |
| Say yeah, say yeah, say yeah |
| I started out wearin hoodies and the knapsack |
| Now I sell them, so you know I get a cash back |
| All leather like a brand new hatchback |
| Silver bullet BMW, they’re yelling past that |
| How did you pass that |
| Test when the rest labels fell faster than a day at Nasdaq |
| Go and ask that |
| Man, he’s standing right there, hundred gram in his hand telling the fans, yeah |
| He’s courteous, never nervous |
| Superbious, hood nigga but he ain’t suburbians |
| I got it all from the killas from the nerdiest |
| Clean mouth niggas to the south where the dirty is |
| All connect to global |
| So when I do shows overseas with my peeps I can show you |
| Plus we set up whatever we call |
| Me and 9th setting every mall |
| You’re wasting time, dawg |
| When I first came in the game, they said I couldn’t do it |
| So I just grand pu’d it, meaning I brand-newed it |
| Y’all pursued it, you’re still pursuing it |
| I did it, yup, and still doing it |
| Still (?) it, yeah, gets better |
| Like a Cashmere sweater, or it’s last year’s cheddar |
| Duckdown’s ahead of |
| Anybody trying to rap the hip-hop ‘cause it was a wrap when I met her |
| You said hi, she said bye |
| You said why, she said, «I met Beady-Eyed» |
| He’s that guy, crownded, but his head in the sky |
| Anytime he looks around it, then it’s lead in your eye |
| Think it’s a joke? |
| Feel them fo-fo's arrive |
| This ain’t a game, nah, this ain’t poker’s eyes |
| Oversize, you ain’t even game-affiliated |
| Shit on Worldstar, man, you really made it |
| Buckshot’s created, flows like the hurricane seas |
| And 9th and Buckshot’s smile for no reason |
| You wasting time, dawg |
| I shut down the streets, barricade blocks like |
| What up fella? |
| When you wanna rock? |
| And roll, in my pocket AKA a nine |
| Old school term, mint like condition, I am not (Get it?) |
| I am similar to brown blocks |
| Angelina Jolie shots for shooting around blocks |
| If you see a dot on your head that don’t mean you’re Hindu |
| That mean you’re withdrew |
| First thing on my mind is get mine |
| Break rules with the hammer on my waistline, waste time |
| Screw you? |
| Nah, I bring drills |
| So I forklift money everyday when I eat a mill |
| Remember them skills up in Brownsville |
| That you got nice with, got broke, and broke nice with |
| I remember that like my first arrest |
| 9th, bring in the chorus, give the verse a rest |
| Don’t play with me, I’m far from a game |
| I got this label shit locked, bars in a chain |
| You might see me, but I’m far from your lane |
| I’m the bullet with the shot, y’all just the stains |