Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hoodlum Poetry, artist - Mia x.
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hoodlum Poetry |
I came to this country with my mama |
Everybody called her the white girl |
But you all knew I had a lil' somethin' somethin' on me |
Cause my outer was slightly tanned |
Southern folk called me a yellow gal |
I’ve been out here in this world for a while now |
Bringing madness and mayhem to man, woman, and child |
You see my mother, the white girl had several lovers |
So my father’s true identity has yet to be discovered |
Some call it A-1 soda others V-12 |
Doctor Tishner has been implicated |
But all of their seeds are incriminating evidence |
As far as my perception goes |
My mother, she was indeed good, but I was most powerful |
Just ask anybody in your hood |
You can even ask those in corporate America about this mobstress |
Most times, I as little as a pea, though my weight fluctuates |
Size ain’t shit, cause I have enough game to make you steal from ya mama |
And call her out by her name |
I can make her neglect her children, sale her body, perform dirty tricks |
On her knees and be called the neighborhood hottie |
Everybody’s a thief and a liar once they make my acquaintance |
They be anxious to buy my love, they lust for me |
Want to hold me and test my purity, but it’s only for a moment |
You see the ecstasy that I give to you |
It’s only temporary but quite costly |
I’m bossy from your very first encounter with me |
I tell you, you need me, gots to have me, can’t live without me |
The pea, my game extends, it gets deeper |
You see my skills don’t pimp just the weak minded |
The so-called big ballin' brothers are obsessed with me |
They kill, rob, and plot on one another to possess me |
They see me as a goddess |
The financial path that will lead them out the ghetto |
But don’t they know, have a clue |
That I and my mother were sent here to destroy them |
To entice, baffle, and trap them |
Conscious people call the conspiracy genocide |
Well, what do you think |
I mean you make money off me, while they pile up evidence on you |
Then get you to spend all the money you’re stackin' |
On lawyers and bail bondsmen |
They seize your property and worldly items |
That have you caught up in this lifestyle |
Material things that turn friends to foes |
Woman to hoe, man to monster |
Yeah nigga you’ve changed but so what |
Cause I give you what you need I give you power |
Make you feel invincible right by me |
I make you feel like a big man, timer |
No matter how fat, ugly, illiterate you are |
I make the prettiest women love you |
Fight over you and compete with others trying to give you babies |
I make your relative, want to kiss your ass |
Treat you like a king and roll out the red carpet |
They’ve got one hand out for money |
And the other hand has a pen in it so you can sign your life policy |
My assistance makes you have that edge over the next man |
Cause it’s all about me and money, the root of all evil |
The necessities of function in this society |
I make all your gangsta dumbass stories interesting |
Cause you are the man |
I mean we listen in awe as you speak of your murder tales |
Ménage a trios, homosexual advances, and secret romances |
I’m bout it and I make you feel bout it bout it |
I split family, split friends, split lovers and even business partners |
So niggas nickname me crack, ain’t that something |
I’m the reason why a lot of people are homeless, crazy, crippled |
Why they’re HIV positive and dead |
But you still want me, feel the need for me to be in your possession |
Fear to get high off my intoxicating little pieces |
Or to spread my love to profit |
You’re even willing to kill and die for me |
And even though my mother, the white girl |
Engaged in several orgies for my creation |
I still know my father, you know him too |
You follow his lead, and work with him |
Claim you hate him but your actions are different from your tongue |
Let’s face it, you serve him faster than you do your God |
We own you nigga |
And as far as the ones that send I and my mother here to destroy you |
We own them too |
So after all my destruction, I must pat myself on the back, uh uh |
I am crack, the devil’s daughter |
Human life, minds destroy ya |
You need me, yeah ya do, for sho' ya do, you really do |
So go head on nigga, take a hit |
I’ma keep putting you out on the streets |
Freeze you now, help me to kill you |
Hoodlum poetry, food for ya mind |
Wake up deaf, dumb and blind, it’s time |
I’m the masteress, I’m the mobstress |
I’m the pimpstress, and I own you |
I’m the masteress, I’m the mobstress |
And I own you, I’m trying to kill you |
And I’m succeeding, yes I’m succeeding |
I’m trying to kill you and I’m gon' do it |
I’m gon' kill you, I’m gon' kill you |
I’m gon' kill you, and it’s bloody |