Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hoodlum Poetry , by - Mia x. Release date: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hoodlum Poetry , by - Mia x. 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 |