Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Don't Know Me, artist - Remedy. Album song Code:Red, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.06.2005
Record label: Code Red
Song language: English
You Don't Know Me |
So what, we smoke blunts together |
Maybe shot guns, together |
So what, we might’ve once run together |
Sold a few pounds, so what, we might’ve once been down |
Or maybe even cool right now |
So what, we from the same block and sold the same rocks |
We love Biggie, we both love Pac |
So what, we from the same hood, and up to no good |
I suggest ya’ll knock on wood |
Wanna smile in my face, then go talkin' that trash |
At the end of the day, yo, I still got cash |
I got money to burn, to see what’s real, and who’s fake |
Yo I’m very well learned, know a man from a snake |
Enemies are friends, and friends become enemies |
These are just a few of my guaranteed remedies |
You can trust me about as far as you can throw me |
For the record, S.M.D., you don’t know me |
What up sweetheart? |
You wanna taste my dart |
And at the end of the day, maybe steal ya heart |
Nah, don’t say nothin', girl, play your part |
And where the finish line, you don’t know from the start |
Yo, don’t think about marryin', or baby you’ll be carryin' |
I’m not ya average Joe, Moe, Tom, Dick or Harry in |
It’s bout a buck, or a quick simple fuck |
Maybe babies just start talkin' shit outta luck |
Maybe one night stand, maybe jump in the van |
You don’t know me, but ready yet to cheat on ya man |
What you don’t understand, bitch, you don’t know me |
And that goes for all of ya’ll bitches, you could blow me |
Congratulations, I heard you got the deal |
Take a number and welcome to the game, it’s for real |
Surprise it’s all recoupable, everything they gave you |
Nobody said nothin', but the paper wasn’t stapled |
Sign on the X, maybe buy you a Lex' |
Maybe get you some sex, move you out in the jets |
You never know what’s next, best Protect Ya Necks |
Ain’t a damn thing changed, show the game respect |
Well oiled machines, and money hungry fiends |
You can sell your soul and be a part of the team |
You’re a number in a stack, like a player in his back |
If you don’t make hits, it’s a wrap, it’s a wrap… |
What kinda sales are you seein'? |
They don’t care about ya well bein' |
Or how’s ya crew and how’s ya family doin' |
Yo, labels look at artists like they just another number |
Sell ya dreams and tell you anything, just to take you under |
Ya’ll don’t know me |
Never will |