Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Phuk U , by - Canibus. Song from the album 2000 B.C., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.1999
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Phuk U |
| Yo, yo Ayo, nobody can flow wit Bis |
| Rock a show wit bis |
| Or go toe to toe wit Bis |
| None of yall can co-exist |
| We livin in an Ice Age and its cold as shit |
| 100,000 dollar price range, niggas is frozen stiff |
| All I know is this |
| My felt tip hotter than hell get |
| 186 thousand miles per sec can melt flesh |
| Give a nigga a tan |
| Aerosol cans expand and explode in my hand |
| While I promote that new Canibus jam |
| Niggas feel it underground wit stalactites hangin from the ceiling |
| I’m out on tour wit 30 city trips |
| Every state its like bitches be bulimic for dicks |
| Screamin the chorus |
| Half unconscious |
| I hold my cordless |
| Smoke the most enormous trees in the rain forest |
| While the people go insane for us I pierce a cloud and make it rain on us Break the equipment and tell the engineer that I aint payin for it I freestyle the whole set |
| Kickin a hundred bars, nigga fuck who’s on next |
| Fuck you! |
| Chorus 1 — Phuk. |
| U. (2x) Ok Phuk. |
| U. (4x) Ok -Fuck- them extra niggas that’s always around you |
| -Fuck- niggas that talk about you and try to clown you |
| -Fuck- niggas you run into that never did nuttin’for you |
| -Fuck- niggas thats lyin tellin people they discovered you |
| -Ok, Fuck- niggas that’re jealous cause you nicer than them |
| Don’t give a -fuck- who you offend you gotta fight till the end |
| If you -fuck- a groupie chicken when you out on tour |
| Smoke a little bit of weed wit her then -fuck- her some more |
| Tell her to bring three friends so you can -fuck- all four |
| Menage-a-trois, what the -fuck- she expect you a dog |
| Almighty god blessed you wit a dick and two balls |
| So if you like to -fuck- pussy that don’t mean that you wrong |
| Unless you -fuck- it raw dog |
| I -fuck- a nappy dug out |
| Bust in her mouth |
| Kick her the -fuck- out |
| She’ll cuss me out, like… |
| (Repeat chorus 1) |
| Yo, yo Ya superstar status don’t mean shit to me Lyrically sucker emcees still get frequency |
| Try to dis me now |
| How you sound? |
| Yo, whoever signed you must be runnin the circus cuz you a clown |
| You a rapper wit a drug habit, hidin the truth |
| Camoflaugin ya needle tracks wit some colorful tattoos |
| You was never equipped for this |
| Never equipped to spit wit Bis |
| I’m swift as shit |
| Let me point out the main differences |
| You magnificent |
| I’m mic-nificent |
| Yo, i’d even go out on a limb wit it Say you write a little bit |
| That don’t make you a tight lyricist |
| Cause you don’t practice or stick with it Look at the 60 hour shifts I spend wit this |
| I never quit, I got a gift for the art |
| A low maintenance cost |
| No physical movin parts |
| In '98, niggas thought I was God |
| How the fuck did that change |
| I’m still one of the illest niggas in the game |
| So look inside yourself and tell me what you see |
| If you see a hungry nigga then you lookin at me And its aight if you don’t trust me Cause I don’t trust you |
| As a matter of fact I’ll probably bust you |
| Motherfucker, Fuck you |
| Chorus 2 — Ok, Phuk. |
| U. (4x) |
| Ok, Phuk. |
| U. (4x) Ok. |