| Lean it back a little
|
| (Lean it back)
|
| Move your head back
|
| This ain’t nothin sweet
|
| Just the beat is sweet
|
| (True, true)
|
| Everything I’ma say is from the flesh
|
| (Speak the truth, God)
|
| Feel you
|
| (I'm feelin you)
|
| See me
|
| I’ve seen the world and try to bring you along
|
| Maybe with a song or maybe with a bong
|
| That helps you rap cats rhyme along
|
| I ain’t changed my style, just my style came back
|
| I’m still a lethal weapon longer than Smith & Wesson made gats
|
| Got raps that are toxic
|
| Like pilots high off meth in cockpits
|
| I pop shit so you understand just what you gettin with
|
| What you standin there for like you a narc in the dark?
|
| While your bitch is swimmin upstream to the stage like they were caught
|
| And in cars parked thumpin while my beat is humpin her
|
| Dented her face up, my ice medaillon was in her face while I was fuckin her
|
| I’m kiddin — I freak mics and not ice
|
| Speak a language more foreign than dick to born dikes
|
| Been above the clouds more times than you cats been off your block
|
| Keep faces dented like cars in L.A. that are rented
|
| I meant 99% of things I usually said
|
| Pete Nice always says I’m nice off the top of my head
|
| I’m glad after all this time my rhymes have struck through
|
| And if they haven’t — real simple: fuck you
|
| You don’t like the way I’m spittin this?
|
| Fuck you
|
| You don’t like the way I’m gettin this?
|
| Then fuck you
|
| Actin like you don’t care, son
|
| And fuck you
|
| Throw them fingers in the air, son
|
| Fuck you
|
| (No games, no games)
|
| Smooth it out a little
|
| Bring it back
|
| Now most of y’all can’t call it if a phone was attached to it
|
| Everyone says they’re in it for the love but there’s a catch to it
|
| Adjust your watch to it, me, I’d rather not do it
|
| You could feel what I’m spittin and still not understand
|
| Like most underhand, and can’t show a young man
|
| How to fuck all them cows, they just want a nut
|
| And then what — pimp strut?
|
| You ain’t shit, so if you’re a man and you holdin down your fam
|
| Or you’re a chick with essentials with ten nails on your hand
|
| And you’re runnin from beast
|
| And you love the state of hip-hop, be it north, south, west or east
|
| And you look for Grease, Dre and my man Swizz Beatz
|
| And you’re fuckin from Serchlite, Ruff Ryder to Dilated Peeps
|
| J5 to J-Live, Good Vibe or Slum V
|
| Then you’re down with 3P, so repeat after me
|
| You don’t like the way I’m spittin this?
|
| Fuck you
|
| You don’t like the way I’m gettin this?
|
| Fuck you
|
| You act like you don’t care, son?
|
| Fuck you
|
| And throw them fingers in the air, son
|
| And fuck you
|
| Searchlite
|
| 3rd Bass
|
| Big Serch
|
| Apollo 13
|
| (New name)
|
| Cause you never thought I’d come back
|
| (Never thought that)
|
| Biatches
|
| Stank bitches
|
| For the German coalition
|
| For the European coalition
|
| For my Asian coalition
|
| Icelandic coalition
|
| Ciph Africa coalition
|
| And my fam in the US
|
| God bless
|
| One
|
| One love
|
| Shout out to Pete Nice
|
| Steve
|
| Stone Rivers 'bout to make it happen
|
| Hahahaha.
|
| Fuck your girl to this
|
| Well ladies, fuck your man to this
|
| Equal opportunity fuckin
|
| Haha.
|
| One |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuck You , by - DJ Tomekk. Song from the album Return of Hip Hop, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп