Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Disturbed , by - Coo Coo Cal. Release date: 17.09.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Disturbed |
| Mentally dis-turbed |
| Crooked thoughts keep running through, my head |
| Got me disturbed (Got me disturbed) |
| They say I’m mentally, dis-turbed |
| Ya heard |
| Still I kill 'em softly |
| With nothing but words |
| Nouns, pronouns, adjectives and, verbs |
| Still perch on the curb, dogg |
| Ain’t nothing changed |
| Except these |
| Muthafuckas dipping all in my business |
| Trying to steal my thangs |
| Ain’t gotta say no names |
| Nigga you made your stand |
| Burn up |
| So turn up the volume on that fat bitch |
| Cuz you done played your hand |
| Now I’m bout to fade your man |
| On the deal |
| That’s how we do it where we dwell |
| Set the stage |
| And page Fortnum to bring the hell |
| They’ll never see it coming |
| Cuz they running |
| From the wrong thang |
| See we got bait |
| So sit back and wait, nigga |
| And collect the change |
| Still want to bang |
| I will go get it |
| I’ma slam a beer, nigga |
| And dat my fucking career |
| You don’t know what to do with it |
| I’m like a jewel with it |
| With longevity |
| Coo Coo Cal, muthafucka |
| AKA, nigga |
| Calvin Bellamy |
| Slick muthafuckas done hit a nerve, nigga |
| They claim I’m sick |
| But still bumping my shit |
| And riding my dick |
| So that makes me disturbed |
| (Hook 2) |
| Feeling disturbed |
| Got some thangs on my mind |
| Like the walls is closing |
| And I’m outta time (Mentally dis-turbed) |
| Need some time to think |
| Too much chess going on |
| My mind is blank |
| But I gotta hold on |
| (Hook 1×2) |
| They claiming I done lost my mind, nigga |
| And lost my grind |
| But my rhymes designed, nigga |
| Strictly for the struggle |
| Fuck a flosser sign |
| Even though it calls for mine |
| We keeping it real, shit |
| Still up in the ghetto |
| With the fellows, nigga |
| Toting 'em, still |
| See it’s bout dollar bill |
| And that’s all |
| Black greedy |
| Fat hogs |
| Stumping up through your city |
| With them stacks, y’all |
| And we coming in 'llacs, dogg |
| With pipe guns |
| Paint, flipping |
| Got niggas tripping |
| Cuz we got the right touch |
| And don’t really like much |
| Cuz that’s how Steelo |
| Get money |
| Our conversaion broadcast on your station, nigga |
| Fuck a kilo |
| Where we go, we mobbing |
| And any |
| Muthafucka standing in my path, dogg |
| We robbing |
| We can forget get you, dogg |
| Cuz niggas fishy |
| Might find 'em |
| Stanking in a, muthafuckin alley |
| Smelling up your city |
| Punk bitches done hit a nerve |
| But still |
| Bumping my shit |
| Riding my dick |
| So that makes me disturbed |
| (Hook 2) |
| (Hook 1×2) |