Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song **** You, artist - Madlib. Date of issue: 02.04.2007
Song language: English
**** You |
| Basically I’m the worst nightmare you ever had |
| Figure a trigger happy nigga with a badge |
| Parading around Los Angeles |
| High off coke with a banana clip |
| Feasting off the weak street evangelists |
| With a manuscript in professional ass-whipping |
| Task force, brass knuckles, a master in ass-kicking |
| If you ask for it, I blast for it, you’re back flipping |
| No one saw it, I won’t stop, the clock’s ticking |
| Got a rookie for a partner that’s ready to fight niggas |
| The world’s a merry-go-round, I stereotype niggas |
| He’s a spit in the face for pitbull or bite niggas |
| Matter of fact, kinda like this cat for a white nigga |
| The projects on lock, they trust my logic |
| Cause the star cops got it from guns to narcotics |
| My object is to deprogram, blind your optics |
| You cannot stop this mission, this topic |
| Cause you could write tickets my nigga or get paid |
| Learn this game in the streets or get slayed |
| Collect this cheese at the end of this maze |
| Or hit the desk and fill out forms for days |
| Need I remind you, how easy it would be |
| To take the city by storm, with a whole force behind you |
| Shottie in the trunk and on my ankle there’s a nine too |
| Cause psychologically the guns you use will define you |
| Evil streets don’t sleep, be careful with whom you mingle |
| In a city where it pays to be bilingual |
| Yo soy grifo, no me importa tu culo, si, via a diablo |
| I’m five-oh, leaving enemies dead on arrival |
| For a couple of mil', and you’re fucking the deal up |
| Try to play hero cop and you still suck |
| Put you to bed, one in your head, you won’t feel much |