| Fair warning, people would have never had a problem
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| If the naysayers or the doubters would have got him
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| Slumped in the corner, for sure I’m a goner
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| Shoot with no aim, so them niggas couldn’t spot him
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| Now I got a question, if I really even want it When this shit is like a trip through the city of Sodom
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| Gomorrah, the horror, stories are endless
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| Workshop, working all night, no apprentice
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| Funny when a nigga speak truth he a menace
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| Ushered in the underground, lifelong sentence
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| There’s where I dwell, ain’t no need to cry for me Rapper gonna eat, and I eat well
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| It’s been six years since I stepped out the shell
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| Talent on the rise to the top, I propel
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| Big Dho set sail, your boy gon' win
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| Bet niggas act crazy when they see us again
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| I’m really going in, I’ve been had nothing to lose
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| So I choose to take y’all through a spin
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| A journey through the mind of a sane ass artist
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| If you spitting blah-blah shit, you a target
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| If you spitting blah-blah shit, then just forfeit
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| What go around come around, now they all on my dick
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| Kendrick Lamar, I’m bout to get my mop stick
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| Niggas bump their gums, and their bitches be bumping my shit
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| I fry your optics, if you watching my style, watch it Tyrannosaurus reading thesaurus, hold rappers hostage
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| Catastrophic, it’s 9−11 when I’m repping
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| Skip college to fly first class, learn a lesson
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| Straight brutal, roman numerals
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| Number one eating Ramen noodles, rhyming crucial under the sun
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| Kudos to the most high, which is me
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| I probably make 'em plan their suicide, so usually
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| I ain’t never been with the shit starting, but y’all done started some shit
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| I’m bout to drink some ex-lax then commence
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| To returning the favor to all of my neighbors and comrades
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| Calm down, you more like Trina than Trinidad, let’s box now
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| Throw your dukes up Pussy probably holding Daisy Dukes and C-cups
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| I look inside this industry and I don’t see much
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| I just see lunch, and your shit that’s more bore like tourists
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| I’m laid back, my feet up, how cool is that?
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| The twenty-ten Kool G. Rap, whenever I rap
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| I got my arsenal strapped on my back, I’m ready for war
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| They tend to look for me when they fiend for Afeni Shakur
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| Conversing, not hibernating, under the planet core
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| At thirteen I cancelled PG-13 and went for gore
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| That’s what I pledge
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| It’s profound that I’m underground touching 'mainstreams' like river beds
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| Yeah, (Ab-Soul) they saying he a breath of fresh air (light?)
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| They can’t smell all this weed that I brought in here
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| Black & Mild smoke still linger on my clothes
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| So unprofessional, I shouldn’t be meeting with millionaires
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| Pull up a chair, I’ll school you to it
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| I was a student truant that never studied, just always knew it You just new to it, with no clue on how you should do it Like youth in junior high school when puberty’s blooming
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| And mind you, I never mined you, I ain’t digging for gold
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| Honestly, I just want to stick my dick in some hoes
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| Kick a flow, hit the 'dro with my bros
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| Tippy-toe in this rap game, make a lil' name
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| With this lil' lane I’ve been paving since I was a teen
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| That I never really thought that I would attain
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| When Big Pooh dropped 'Sleepers' I could barely get a feature
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| They ain’t know this regular nigga would be the future
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| I’ve viewed the roof from the floor, I’ve been here before
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| I’m finna blow a couple of times over like two tubas
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| And I’m a still want more with this appetite
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| Till the critics stop giving me mixed signals like traffic lights
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| You know? |
| The lavish life, but for now I’m the new Kunta
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| A slave to my rhyme book, a line of mine, your time’s up The bastard kissing your bitch with the blackish soup coolers
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| She’ll testify, excuse Judas when I’m crucified |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song RapperPooh-a-lude, artist - Rapper Big Pooh. Album song FatBoyFresh Vol. 1: For Members Only, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп