Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pet Peeves, artist - Del The Funky Homosapien. Album song Both Sides Of The Brain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Record label: Hiero Imperium
Song language: English
Pet Peeves |
Fair weather associates |
You better, watch how close they get |
It’s the, fair weather associates |
You better, watch how close they get |
It’s the, fair weather associates |
You better, watch how close they get |
It’s the, fair weather associates |
You better, watch how close they get |
We all know FWA’s, how they lay |
Cause they figure if you’re bumpin the pays |
In the long run, and it’s all fun in their eyes |
They must be on one how, they prepare lies |
Get up close make you think, you the host of the ceremonies |
Why you ain’t peepin like a doggy mark his territory |
They’re never there for me when I need a little boost |
Because of who you are, they can get a little juice |
Then they like to seemingly leans up on your shoulders |
Otherwise he’s steppin on toes gettin over |
Flappin his molars talkin 'bout he owe you |
And every time he smoke, he don’t show you no love |
And be the first fool with his lips on the blunt |
If he persists to front I’ma commenced to dump |
Be careful when you make a little something that’s yours |
Cause a lot of these predators want yours to be theirs |
Or at least own a share just by bein there |
I be on some hermit skit, and fools think I’m square now |
There’s an interesting way to look at it |
I look at them as bein fake, the way they took advantage |
Speaking on the crooks of the planet, who claim they got game |
Yeah you the game and they the hunter; |
just one more |
Fair weather associates |
You better, watch how close they get |
It’s the, fair weather associates |
You better, watch how close they get |
Hey whassup man, this is D-E-L once again |
I’m here to tell you a little story about this motherfucker |
Who keep runnin his big ass mouth |
You don’t know me, motherfucker |
Shut your ass up, 'fore I slap the lips off your motherfuckin face |
Man, you got a big ass mouth! |
You know what? |
Fools is hella talkative, saying how I walk and live |
Always trying to start the kid, wishin that we all can give |
A small interview, just a subterfuge |
Wanna hook up with you so they can say 'whatchu do' |
Get your own life, live your own legacy |
Why you wanna spread my rees, talking 'bout my girls pregnancy |
Professor, I guess you never learned your lesson |
When you saw me out drinkin at the bar |
You said I was sexin this other ho |
Chuck D, what a brother know |
About my beeswax, runnin off with your feedback |
Who I smoked weed with? |
Who I smoked crack with? |
(false) |
How I sexed every girl you know without no prophylactic |
Fool, I’ll be in the house and that’s it |
On the rap tip or studyin, unlike you |
You quite new, no game |
I understand you a youngster, wanna be hustler |
Undercover buster |
Can’t believe I trusted ya — but that goes to show |
How fools fold getting jelly off the dough, yo! |
«Del's rich Del’s bitch got zero, cause Del’s a hero |
Del’s a weirdo because he do heroin» |
Ain’t got no idea where Teren’s been |
I should take it to pugilism so |
I can fuse your vision with some realness |
Instead of these fake phony stories you be glorifyin |
Don’t you know that many more are dyin? |
From the fatal disease, called runnin them choppers |
In front of females, or on front of the coppers |
You only do this shit cause you be wanting your propers |
Somebody’s gonna get steamed and run up and pop ya |
You exercise your choppers really, choo choo choo |
You exercise your choppers off some brand new news |
Your molars bite, your canines tear, whether it’s false or true |
You exercise your choppers like some gossipin fool |
You know what? |
You get your little notices from bumpin your gums |
When you should be concentratin on lumpin your sums |
Got to show your little ass when company comes |
Cause We From The Crew That You Wanna Be From |
You get your little notices from bumpin your gums |
When you should be concentratin on lumpin your sums |
Got to show your little ass when company comes |
Cause We From The Crew That You Wanna Be From! |
BIOTCH! |
Followers, dick swallowers |
No power over themselves, blindness |
Don’t take it as a diss, take it as an act of kindness |
We wanna be in front while you fools is behind us |
Are you gonna live your whole life with blindness on your eyelids? |
Pretty boys fakin like they grinders |
First off, you a buster so mind us |
On the street with your crack thinkin your a timer |
Co-signin, findin it ain’t workin |
Fiends is perkin, I seen you on Perkins |
Fools chirpin around the blocks with Glocks |
And you, really ain’t ready for the plot they got |
It’s unbelievable the way the leave your skull on the pavement |
Snatch up your scrilla as soon as you made it |
You could be layin dead, instead you play dead |
So they would quit whoopin your ass; |
you get, put in the past |
Tryin to keep up with the Jones' like the mass |
N.C. baby, means you got no class |
«Aw what nigga? |
Man, I be on the flat lands all the time, nigga |
I-I ain’t even trippin!» |
«Man you from the hills though man, what you doin» |
«Aww nigga you don’t know nigga. |
Nigga, I’m following niggas.» |
«You trippin' man.» |
«Man I be grindin' and chillin' |
Nigga, I was rolling dice the other day nigga.» |
«You need to take your ass to school.» |
«Aww» |
Followers, dick swallowers |
No power over themselves, blindness |
Don’t take it as a diss, take it as an act of kindness |
We wanna be in front while you fools is behind us |
Are you gonna live your whole life with blindness on your eyelids? |
Pretty boys fakin like they grinders |
(«Dude, that ain’t me, dude») |
You bite somebody’s style, it’s invitin like a child |
You cling to it; |
I hear it, hmmm |
It’s got a ring to it — if that’s your thing do it |
At least you claim you ain’t down with that hiphop shoobeedoobee |
Which is fine cause my click say you booty |
You a white kid, your mom said I’m a mooley |
Now you talking 'bout pass the doobie and the toolie |
Got your raps and your gat pointed at yours truly |
Talking 'bout you gonna school me, who me? |
Here’s a little jewel like a ruby |
Since you talkin like you knew me |
Playing a role that’s straight out a movie |
Acting unruly, and your neighbors call SOO-WEEE |
To the pigs then they fling you in the brig |
Leave gang bangin to the real gat holders |
Or real black soldiers who you don’t know of |
Who don’t show love with all you sun and your thun |
Cause they know where you from |
You from Oakland, you rich and you ain’t from the slums |
Your pops is a politician |
So why bein a criminal is your three wishes |
Used up, do what comes naturally |
Quit playing a role that don’t even have to be |
You slippin |
«Dude, I ain’t slippin, man I’m from the town too |
Man I’m from the Oakland hills dude |
That’s East Oakland, blood. |
You don’t even know, man.» |
«Man, you trippin man.» |
«I ain’t trippin dude |
Why you trying to step to me like, you know, you somethin man?» |
«Yap, yap, yap, yap.» |
«What up? |
Whatever dude, whatever.» |
«All in my ear with that yappin, man. |
You trippin.» |
«I'll keep at it to! |
Wassup?» |
«What?! |
You gonna get hard? |
What you talkin about fool?» |
«Hey, you never know.» |
Followers, dick swallowers |
No power over themselves, blindness |
Don’t take it as a diss, take it as an act of kindness |
We wanna be in front while you fools is behind us |
Are you gonna live your whole life with blindness on your eyelids? |