Lyrics If Headz Only Knew... - Heather b

If Headz Only Knew... - Heather b
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song If Headz Only Knew..., artist - Heather b. Album song Takin Mine, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.06.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English

If Headz Only Knew...

Ah, ahhh, huh.
Ain’t no shorts gon' be taken, word up
If headz only knew how I felt about the rap game
They’d know — I ain’t goin out
If headz only knew how I felt about the rap game
They’d know — I ain’t goin out
«I'm Every Woman,» like Whitney, and Chaka
I sparks the green lye, the choc' thai, that good ganja
I stay mad bent, twisted up like a pretzel
Rainin on hoes in weak shows like Tempest Bledsoe
My head so heavy, heavy-headed, heavy-handed
It be these wild niggas that I roll and stand with
I be rhymin 'til dusk, bout trials and triumph
My grill be like what?
Niggas know, I don’t give a fuck
I stay in touch with the streets, the corners
Employed by the people, start slackin, a goner
You wanna know why I keep it real, cause it’s easy
Fuck the fancy shit, it’s the simple things that please me
I sports fat gear, along with no name shit
As long as I got me some cash, I don’t care who name on my hip
I’m doin shit for noventa-seis
That’s nine-six in Spanish, why don’t your wack ass vanish
Demolition done, competition none
Reputation unsung strong long ground what
I got verbals, got herbals, and antihistamines
I’m herbally and verbally distributin you listenin
It’s more to it, than a Lex and duplex
Don’t sell sex or 'mote sex sells, I got more respect
Dressed in jeans, Gortex and striped rugbies
With the strength of fifty-four niggas, word, that love me
Hoes ain’t ready for the shit I got
And when I finally rock they’ll see I turned it up a notch
No more comin, but yo' crack is wide open
Or try to be hardcore, claimin, you totin
I hope that you be hopin, when I’m rhymin, I’m jokin
My tech', is more complex than weed smokin
Senile, it’s time that I get more agile
Style versatile, FUCK doin a minute, in the penile
Attitude hostile, intelligently hostile
Not just the rhymes but my frame of mind will drop you
To all the doubters, givin they opinion
My rhyme style winnin so I’ll just keep spittin
Yeah, I’m just nasty like that and I don’t give a fuck no more
Fuck that herb and his whore, cause yo
In my last game of freestylin I dropped fifty
They did me none, mad jump shots and add ones
And then the tech', for bringin bitches down by they neck
Yo stop it, now there’s no need to get wrecked
You play wild, but my style was flagrant and it’s foul
I’ll have you wipin shit wit’cho white towel
I crashed yo' bust cause you don’t think when you shoot
That made it way back downcourt and caught a ill alley-oop
OOH!
Heather B, y’all ain’t know I get up
Plus I make my lay-ups, so all you heffers shut the FUCK UP
A team player, strategy the full court press up
Fat jersey and a baggy short Guess
Yeah, I even spotted 'em ten and did damage
Let them pick the refs plus they had home court advantage
But even then, I’m not one to underestimate
So the whole forty-eight I banged out in the paint
And when it all, was put on the line
Tied score, second left in double overtime
These bitches went and fouled me, they must not know
That in the clutch, Heather B was gon' sink both free throws

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Other songs of the artist:

NameYear
All Glocks Down 1996
Sendin' Em Back 1996
No Doubt 1996
Da Heartbreaka 1996
What Goes On 1996
Takin Mine 1996
Do You 2007
Capulwak ft. Heather b 2008

Artist lyrics: Heather b