Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Got Now, artist - Little Brother.
Date of issue: 12.09.2005
Song language: English
We Got Now |
Ye-yeah! |
One more time, one last number. |
Chaundon, where you at, nigga? |
It’s the future right here, man |
We startin' it right now… Let's get it goin', Big Pooh, UH! |
My attitude real shitty, temper short |
My mind cluttered like the streets of New York |
I ain’t tryna take a 'L', cause I casually fought |
This shit, real serious not casual sport |
Let time fly by as I pen these thoughts |
And I’m speedin through life wit my car in park |
And, even in the day sometimes it’s dark |
And that cloud hoverin low is not the worst part |
Second guessin yourself, tryna remain sharp |
See niggas blowin up who ain’t got yo SPARK, uh |
And that alone is a burden to carry |
Either you’ll get strong or, you’ll get buried |
And rap keep plenty room in the cemetery |
Pull out your Blackberry’s, change yo itineraries |
I mean, you could be the shit today |
Then tomorrow wake up, fame blown away! |
And homey on the real, ain’t nothing you can say |
That’s why I work hard now, got later to lay |
In the sands on the beach, mixin drinks wit Belvy |
The world gon' remember my name, muh’fuckers! |
Now they heard all of yo songs, and peeped you from the side |
And watched yo videos and seen the car you drive |
CHILLLLL! |
— And we know what to expect my nigga |
Done seen it all before I ain’t impressed, my nigga |
But they heard all of our songs, and peeped us from the side |
And came out to the shows and seen us on the grind |
CHILLLLL! |
— And this is how we get down muh’fuckers |
We don’t care who got next, this is now muh’fuckers! |
I tried to work wit niggas, don’t wanna jerk them niggas |
But everybody runnin around thinkin they murderers |
Gave birth to niggas, and when I burp them niggas |
The spit up old lines that I fed to them earlier |
And this is what the state of hip-hop is like |
I’m thinkin', «Damn, this cannot be right» |
And I agree that everybody’s a biter |
But if you Xerox the style, then that’s infringin' on my copy, right? |
It’s the bottom of the 9th with no extra innings |
And we all in the game tryna collect our pennants |
And from the, old school, I’m a direct descendant |
And y’all can feel it at the end of each and every sentence |
Cause underground rap is just, incense and gimmicks |
An image, they phone in for ten cents a minute |
I knew that since I entered, the rap game, my style |
Would have niggas takin' it back, but what about now? |
I think about the youth and how their minds are so closed |
Cause now «Rap City» look like «Video Soul» |
And that’s a sad state of affairs |
But no need to despair, cause we the next ones that’s takin' it there, ya know! |
Now they heard all of yo songs, and peeped you from the side |
And watched yo videos and seen the car you drive |
CHILLLLL! |
— And we know what to expect my nigga |
Done seen it all before I ain’t impressed, my nigga |
But they heard some of our songs, and peeped us from the side |
And came out to the shows and seen us on the grind |
CHILLLLL! |
— And this is how we get down muh’fuckers |
We don’t care who got next, this is now muh’fuckers! |
A note to my opponents: yeah, I got now |
And I always got next cause I seize every moment |
I’m an opportunist wit ambition |
Keep an eye on that number one spot before it wind up missin' |
And the heart of this bein is the art of MCing |
I feel I’m God wit the flow, cause people started believin, HUH |
So what I’m cocky, who gon' stop me? |
Twist hoes, leave 'em knock knead, smile for paparazzi |
This is how I get down |
Got a crib in every hood, so I’m always the hottest nigga in town |
Hate it or love it, who fuckin' wit our music? |
Yeah, y’all niggas are the SHIT when it comes to bowel movements |
Pooh showed and proved it, can’t +Sleep+ on his game |
'Te converted all the currency with Foreign Exchange |
Up next to rock the booth iiiis a rapper named Chaundon |
The Bronx Borough President wit' «No Excuses» |
Doubtin' me is foolish, don’t ask who produced this! |
Knowin damn well only 9th can do this, huh! |
It’s no secret, Lyor even know |
When me and Little Brother flow, it’s guaranteed another video! |
Now they heard all of yo songs, and peeped you from the side |
And watched yo videos and seen the car you drive |
CHILLLLL! |
— And we know what to expect my nigga |
Done seen it all before I ain’t impressed, my nigga |
But they heard all of our songs, and peeped us from the side |
And came out to the shows and seen us on the grind |
CHILLLLL! |
— And this is how we get down muh’fuckers |
We don’t care who got next, this is now muh’fuckers! |
On behalf of myself Phonte, Big Pooh, and 9th Wonder |
And the whole cast of «The Minstrel Show» |
I wanna thank ya’ll, for watchin this shit |
I ain’t gon' front, only reason I took this job cause I need the money |
I don’t need… yo, I ain’t gon' front |
I don’t give a fuck if UBN pull the plug on me, dawg, I-I gotta be real. |
Y’all really wanna know how I feel about «The Minstrel Show»? |
Y’all really wanna know how I feel about UBN? |
THESE GODDAMN CRACKERS GET ON MY MUTHAFUC-. |