Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Off the Wall, artist - Cocoa Brovaz.
Date of issue: 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 |