Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Off the Wall , by - Cocoa Brovaz. Release date: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Off the Wall |
| Let me ask this question real quick, umm, as far as the Smif-N-Wessun |
| and the name change and everything like that; |
| now how did that come |
| about? |
| How did that evolve into the Cocoa Brovaz and everything like |
| that? |
| That was jealousy, man. |
| That’s all that is, man. |
| (Jealousy, man) |
| Jealousy and ignorance, man. |
| Yeah |
| Niggaz got me stressed, man |
| Oh, just burn a spliff don’t worry about that |
| In my pink Cadi, I have a ??? |
| Uncle Sam arms men to kill in the 'hood |
| I make 'em snap it, test it My choice of weapon |
| That Smif-N-Wessun, mmmmm |
| Try |
| Sue me for the namesake |
| Yo, who’s pimpin' |
| Yo, who’s pimpin' |
| I woke up in the morning, what did I see |
| Unknown faces starin’down at me First off with the flee |
| As fear overpowered me Cloriphil got me ready to black, I can’t breathe |
| Niggaz askin’me who’s Smif and who’s Wessun |
| We got you now we’re lookin’for your partner 'cause you’re messin' |
| With the incomin’currency |
| And frankly we don’t give a fuck about your privacy |
| We been watchin’you for a while now |
| We know about the calls made back and forth down south |
| Word of mouth |
| You had your peoples workin’out |
| But I doubt you had 'em lookin’out |
| 'Cause we can pick 'em out |
| Now we got 'em listed on our internet systems |
| Know about the crimes and the names of all their victims |
| Even got the pinpoint spotter where you hang |
| You got big dreams comin''round tryin’to change things |
| Let me say |
| Why they try to suffocate and stifle all of our intentions |
| They want our suffarations, trial and tribulations, too much to mention |
| Well, tell them that we no 'fraid |
| We don’t have a big gate |
| From every corner, angle, and section |
| ???not quite far |
| I see '99 in crystal ball |
| Them city-order ducks softly walk |
| I got suppenoed by the government the other day |
| I opened it and read it It said they was suin' |
| Said I couldn’t move the way that I was movin' |
| And I couldn’t do the things that I was doin' |
| Causin’mass confusion with the name that we was usin' |
| Said they gun sales was conflictin’with our music |
| Sent me multi-paid contracts just to prove it The trademarks on belt-buckles, shirts, and knives |
| Ain’t that the most off the wall shit you heard in your life |
| Probably heard his junior singin’Mr. |
| Ripper’s in Your Area |
| Feel your heart skip a beat as I’m nearin you |
| I’m hearin’ya |
| Askin’yo seed, who was me At the same time you break my classic CD |
| Run it to the phone callin’up ??? |
| I had it up to here with these damn rap neegers |
| They even got my local boys sayin’that stuff |
| I wanna draft my plain data for a million plush |
| I gotta letter from the corporate the other day |
| I open and read it They said they was suin' |
| Somethin’about we was causin’confusion |
| Wanted me and my son to change the name we was usin' |
| Had our associates nervous |
| Soup, try to serve it Got our investors actin’real shady tryin’to jerk us Got Tek ready to break somethin' |
| I’m chillin’and stayed pumpin' |
| Say somethin' |
| I tell you why the frame won’t even think nothin' |
| Hell fell |
| Oh, well |
| I yell |
| Swear |
| We gonna send 'em all to hell (X2) |
| So you’re hesitant |
| Where a brother quest to represent |
| I sense no hinder, gender, two-faced intent |
| In fact, cops signed the last government |
| Contract |
| Yeah, umm |
| So where’s your first world war |
| Now presently on tour |
| Hardcore |
| Come on knockin’at your door |
| Your revolver took down many of '90's lords |
| Cut to that ad campaign, your gun stores |
| So they welcome your floor of a tribe called Cocoa |