Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Say It Again, artist - Little Brother.
Date of issue: 12.09.2005
Song language: English
Say It Again |
How’s everybody doing, this is Chaundon, you know me; |
Dunniford Duvall |
I’m over here chilling with Little Brother right now |
And it’s feel good, you see us |
I’m listening to The Minstrel Show (hahaha) |
You ain’t heard, it’s the biggest colored show on earth |
I’m overweight, Rapper’s fat to death |
Obese when these beats catch wind of my breath |
And yes, you ain’t heard you still rocking with the best |
I just saved y’all from taking a guess |
Not jeans, my dear |
You ain’t worthy to breathe my air |
Or stand tall in the pair I wear |
Am I making it clear |
As the best to lay his head 'round here |
And no I’m not the heir apparent to whoever… |
They never could out hit us (hit us) |
Tried to think fast but never could out wit us (wit us) |
The only thing they could ever do was outfit us |
When clothes fit strange |
I’m playin' Rick James |
«Fuck yo' couch nigga!» |
I’m comin' out with a bang |
Straight Tay, Pooh, and 9th with no middle man |
Everybody at the label asking «will it bang?» |
I say chill, 'just take a percocet or ritalin' |
Now, let the people sing |
10 G’s a show |
Whylin' out with pretty Tony and O |
(We make’em wanna say it again, yeah, we make’em wanna say it again) |
Beats from Mr. Douthit |
Fresh jeans, fresh clothes, and outfits (let me hear it) |
(We make’em wanna say it again, uhh yeah, we make’em wanna say it again) |
I got so many rhymes, many styles to go with |
And my competition all the while be hoping |
That I’ll quit bringing the pain like Ibuprofen |
I can’t dog, can’t you see that the crowd is open |
I mean, mouths is open |
Hands in the air, just so aroused and focused |
This is a movement, nigga its bigger than showbiz |
This is how I live it |
I love hip hop, I just hate the niggas in it |
It’s like, I’m just another nigga rockin' the mic |
That’s way above average and take it however you like |
However despite I’m left to write |
'Till my forearms get all tight |
And my fingers start cramping up |
Pose ampin' up I’m standing, what |
Y’all niggas ain’t man enough, chill |
Agitating like dandruff |
I ain’t talking all tough, but them people keep saying… |
Big trucks and wheels |
Dominican broads that’s cookin' my meals aye papito one time |
(We make’em wanna say it again, yeah, we make’em wanna say it again) check it |
out |
Niggas copy my style |
Big Dho walking down the aisle sing it to them |
«She's your queeeeeeeen to beeeeee» |
Yeah, we make’em wanna say it again… |
Ayo, they beggin' for a taste of it |
Get a plate, grab a cup or something, my nigga stop frontin' |
On a mission, dudes still hunting |
So stay out my way, act like you want something |
Yo, my girl’s a grown woman who ain’t trynna get her eagle on |
She’d rather be in bed gettin' her Kegel on |
In and out, working the walls when the heat is on |
Like Mary J. or Tweet is on, now sing along… |
Fresh clothes and cribs |
Gimme a salad pass 9th the ribs |
(We make’em wanna say it again, ooh we make’em wanna say it again) now bring it |
back |
Getting what’s finally mine |
Sign of relief, cause we finally signed (I'm home niggas) |
(We make’em wanna say it again, yeah, we make’em wanna say it again) |
Say it one more time for that girl named Pam Graham |
On some Black Sheep shit |
She got me sayin' damn damn |
(You make me wanna say it again |
You make me wanna say it again) |
Now say it one more time for my nigga named pretty Tony |
That always come through wit' the hoes the one and only (yeah) |