Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Made Man, artist - Big Boi. Album song BOOMIVERSE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hitco, Purple Ribbon
Song language: English
Made Man |
| Get mad when a nigga wanna take that knee |
| But they clap when he catch that ball |
| These cats nowadays straight pussy I see |
| They scrap but ain’t got no paws |
| Law break an oath, take his jaw |
| The biggest liars of them all |
| I set fire in the mind and the hearts of the men |
| That wanna clap but it pop off |
| No excuses, all applause, revolution, all the soft |
| Restitution ain’t solution for the lives that have been lost |
| By the time you hear this song |
| There’ll be plenty niggas gone |
| Talkin' 'bout six feet under grass |
| While the killers be at home |
| Now my dealers keep that chrome |
| And my pimp niggas keep them hoes |
| I’m gon' keep on pushin' this pen |
| I don’t write on no iPhone |
| Alright, alright, I’m old-fashioned |
| But my style cannot be cloned |
| Timeless classics on you bastards |
| Jedi rap shit all day long |
| If you lookin' for the real |
| You know exactly who to come and get |
| Watch how you approach me homie |
| Miss me with that sucker shit |
| Hangin' out the window |
| Like I’m Malcolm with the yopper |
| If I said it then I meant it |
| Ain’t apologizing partner |
| That’s some real shit |
| They say they lookin' for the real |
| Said the music lacking feeling |
| Well this is somethin' they can feel |
| (Whoopty-whoooooop) |
| Rollin' in the coupe, jammin' Dre and Snoop |
| Niggas know that I’m movin' through the hood |
| In my—in my—in my (hoopty-hoooooop) |
| Fuck around, nigga, I might shoot |
| Get your ass spint the fuck around like a Hula-hoop |
| I play the block in a foolish coupe |
| Ooh, tell 'em, fella; |
| ooh, tell 'em, fella |
| Them pussy niggas are hella jealous |
| They hella yellow, they hella yellow |
| They talkin' tough but they Mellow Yellow |
| You catch 'em slippin', what’s happenin', fella? |
| Watch they ass go Helen Keller |
| Can’t hear, can’t see, can’t tell a fella |
| Lord have mercy, I done prayed |
| So many days for y’all to try |
| I’ve been waitin' to buy ya flowers |
| Send 'em to your mama, let her cry |
| I bought a new AK today |
| And I’m so happy (I'm so happy) |
| I might bust it on you bustas here in traffic |
| Made man—nobody made me |
| Made man—nobody made me |
| Made man—nobody made me |
| Made man—nobody made me |
| I’m terrible |
| Words that I spill |
| Will lift niggas out of graves while I kill at will |
| Frozen like ice cubes, chipped like bricks |
| Two to your chest, five to your hip |
| .30 to your homies, everybody left |
| I understand exactly why he shouldn’t fuck with us |
| I looked at the homies, like anybody else |
| Fuck saving ya homie nigga—you need to save yourself |
| Made man—nobody made me |
| Made man—nobody made me |
| Made man—nobody made me |
| Made man—nobody made me |
| Let me say somethin'; |
| when you was growin' up, and yo' grandmama had plastic on |
| the couch—I know all y’all’s grandmamas had plastic on the couch—you know why |
| y’all’s grandmamas had plastic on the couch? |
| Because your grandmama was a |
| squirter. |