Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oops Upside Your Head, artist - Sean Price. Date of issue: 29.01.2007
Song language: English
Oops Upside Your Head |
| Aiyyo |
| Yeah, oops upside your head |
| You wear a suit and a tie when you dead, you might see me |
| In the streets doin crazy stuff |
| Why? |
| This rap shit don’t pay enough |
| No joke I’m serious, the God spit bodies that’s furious |
| Y’all niggas is funny style, Eddie Murphy, «Delirious» |
| Me? |
| I’m straight like 9:15 |
| Two spliffs of the green, now my eyes Chinese |
| Add on, multiply, let’s divide this cream |
| One for you… one for me |
| Two for you… one-two for me (yo what the fuck?) |
| Yeah sanitation, I said sanitarium |
| Niggas is clowns and found drowned in aquariums |
| You motherfuckers sleep with the fishes |
| I’m at your spot tryin to sleep wit’cha bitches, listen |
| You rap like P, don’t rap like P |
| Back smack a rapper backwards for tryin to act like me |
| I’m, one of a kind, I’m second to none |
| If my, record ain’t spun I network with some guns |
| Call dude at the radio, listen could you play me yo? |
| Yeah I’mma play it, he ain’t play it but he played me though |
| Next week I saw him at a party tryin to wave hello |
| Smacked him in the face with the 8, I’m tryin to break his nose |
| Motherfucker~! |
| Look, man, you must be out your God damn mind |
| It don’t make sense if I don’t make a God damn dime |
| Now why, you think I’m out here on this God damn grind |
| And won’t resign 'til I reside in a box that’s pine |
| I’m, like Criss «Mindfreak,» abracadabra |
| Nigga my nine speak, your rhymes weak and need Viagra |
| Most rappers ain’t that nice, your rap ain’t real |
| You can’t, be like Sean Price, can’t do like Steele, f’real |
| And I don’t mean to be facetious |
| It’s genius to have the God on the track with Jesus |
| Y’all dudes fucked up, your flows pathetic |
| The 8 set it, push up on niggas like calisthenics |
| We, wild and wreckless, the style’s perfected |
| Don’t wanna see me at your desk with scare like «Where the check is?» |
| This biz just gon' have this kid lose his religion |
| Pop a few Gods, do twenty-five to lives in prison |
| (Damn, that’s fucked up man) |