Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Always Into Sumthang, artist - Mac Dre. Date of issue: 20.04.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Always Into Sumthang |
| Back in December, or was it November? |
| It’s kind of shady, I can vaguely remember |
| I was at the Peppermill, popping at the bartender |
| He made me a drink called uh, Bodybender |
| That’s when a smurf pulled on my shirt |
| Said (Hey, get off my girl, dog, before you get hurt) |
| I said, «Hold on, I don’t know what you think |
| You better back the fuck up and let me order my drink» |
| He backed the fuck up and did more than you think |
| He had a AP, not a nine, but it’s sort of the same |
| So now it’s one lonely R-o-m-p |
| I’m all by myself without nobody |
| Slightly noided, sense death, can I avoid it? |
| Somebody slammed the do' on the way comin from the toilet |
| He looked back, then I pulled out my strap |
| Slapped him it twice but uh, I should’ve clapped |
| Cause this other goon nigga started wildin |
| I pulled out my faulty phone and started dialin |
| Told my niggas to come on the double |
| They finna put a nigga on the gong show, bust his bubble |
| He said yeah, he know he comin |
| «But damn my nigga, you always into somethin» |
| Recently, June 4th, released from jail |
| And 'bout to hit the streets like a beast from hell |
| It’s that nigga y’all done heard about, young J. Diggs |
| Love to play the game and I play big |
| I see suckers havin money and I gots to have some |
| You in the double R, I gots to have one |
| I’m all up in his backdo' like knock-knock-knock |
| The nigga moved too fast, so I pop-pop-popped |
| Should’ve stood still, there would be no firing |
| But it’s a little late, all I’m hearin is sirens |
| So now I’m in the wind like leaves on trees |
| I’m in the crowd tryin to blend like d’s on v’s |
| I’m sweatin bullets, I’m an ex-con out on parole |
| What the fuck was I thinkin, I’m out of control |
| I’m at the Romp House and I’m huffin and puffin |
| My niggas lookin at me crazy cause I’m always into somethin |
| Yo, we fuck with heavy guns, fuck around and pump heavy slugs |
| We drinkin Rémy doin heavy drugs |
| Nigga, we stay explosive, it’s about a quarter to six |
| Step out the limousine, my wallet’s 'bout a quarter inch thick |
| Nigga, we shittin on em, I pop the three-piece, savage |
| So many carats up in my ice I could choke a rabbit |
| Bitches screamin for me but all it took was one dirty look |
| We hit that nigga with that murder book |
| Nigga tried to step fast, hit him in the face with a Moët glass |
| Spilled drink on his bitch, the whole club hit the do' fast |
| Trunks is poppin, niggas wingin in the parking lot |
| We keep it gangsta with them choppers out |
| S-l double, I smell trouble, boy, it’s nothin |
| Keep your peace, muthafucka, I’m always into somethin |
| Let me tell you somethin 'bout a nigga like me |
| Never should’ve been let out the penitentiary |
| Cause niggas done switched up, I guess they got it mixed up |
| Now I’m a dust the heater off my shelf and leave em bitched up |
| Like this one nigga actin like a dumb nigga |
| S-in on his chest with no vest, yeah, he a dumb nigga |
| Ain’t no love in this thug shit |
| Now he at the club tryin to hug on my thug bitch |
| Plus she done gave me the run-down on how this nigga run round |
| Town speakin on my name, tonight he get gunned down |
| His bitch about to set him out, open the door and let him out |
| Caught his ass scared and out, Bronc style, dead him out |
| Never have beef with a nigga who bitch you wanna sleep with |
| Cowards get devoured on that sweet shit |
| Hit him with the venom, then bounce with my adrenaline pumpin |
| Yo nigga always up into somethin |