Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cyborg Control , by - Man or Astro-Man?. Song from the album Experiment Zero, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 15.04.1996
Record label: Touch and Go
Song language: English
Cyborg Control |
| I’mma do it like this, I’mma do it like that |
| I’mma do it like this, I’mma do it like that |
| I’mma do it like this, I’mma do it like that |
| I’mma do it like this, I’mma do it like that |
| 9th Wonder on the track, fact |
| Chilling up in the house on my Cordoroy Couch |
| Mama, papa went out, free crib, what it’s about |
| In the heart of Bedstuy, just imagine the feeling |
| Art all over my wall, keep hearing closer to the ceiling |
| TV stuff on the TV, The Wayans Brothers on repeat |
| Or Jamie Foxx on Centric, always catch my attention |
| Stepping outside of my room, on my way to the kitchen |
| Ain’t eat nothing since morning, now my stomach is twitching |
| Ate it back in my room, finding something to rock |
| Sneaking out to the hangout, mom don’t condone the block |
| Stepping outside the door, gotta stop by the store |
| The Koreans is mad, African buyers galore |
| Hold up, there go the bus, can’t wait another second |
| It’s too hot to be patient, pay for my snack and I’m jetting |
| On my way to the bush bumping my music loud |
| A dude interrupts my jam, tells me about his style |
| Then he hands me a card, I’m mean mugging him hard |
| He made me stop my song right on my favorite part |
| Finally off the bus, walking slow up the ave |
| Delli’s and golden crust, Jamaicans dollar (?) |
| Stop and get me some peaches, then I head to LeBron’s |
| Homie open the door, say what’s up to his moms |
| Put my bag on the floor, then we compose a beat |
| After like 30 minutes go see what’s up in the street |
| There go (?) started up a game of tabs |
| T-A-P to my zip, y’all know that ranger wack |
| Like an hour get passed, then we starting to get hungry |
| Back in LeBron crib, he usually got the munchies |
| Everything going good until my mama call |
| Say she on the way home and ask what I want from the store |
| I say nothing, she hang up, then I’m grabbing my stuff |
| Ain’t even said goodbye, heading straight for the bus |
| I snuck up outta the house, and my mama Jamaican |
| The bus still ain’t arrived, ain’t no time to be waiting |
| So I run to the crib, put my key in the door |
| Then I look to the sky and pray she ain’t get here before |
| Started turning the knob, seems like the coast was clear |
| Looking in the living room, there was nobody there |
| Then I go to my room and now I’m tripping out |
| My mama sitting with a belt on my cordoroy couch |