Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Angry Enuff, artist - Suga Free.
Date of issue: 12.09.2011
Song language: English
Angry Enuff |
Well connect the mothafuckin dots then! |
Shit, went to r&r |
Picked up an s-time Ducat 200 at the gate and bounced man |
I dozed off on a bus & had a dream with no name |
And people crowded around me till I found out what’s game |
And game said |
(I came to this country without a passport |
But many of you got me I can’t be seen but if you believe in me |
And respect me and continue to fly with me properly |
I’m a see that it comes back to you ten fold!) |
I said yeah ok well I’m a pimp-and-a half & I know it so I formed 10 toes |
Look for lies! |
Misconduct is at an all-time high too |
Ya owe it to yourself to know it for yourself I say this like I play this; |
cool |
I walks this walk -in a real way- & I’m nothing short |
Of astonishing so tell me where they buried the survivors & we’ll talk |
The truth is the truth, now go on down |
You need to be takin care of them kids & buy that boy some juice |
Y’all gone make me an-gry |
Enuff, to smoke |
Me a square |
Smoke me a bowl, ya |
Y’all gone make me an-gry |
Enuff, to burn me |
Some wood, & by me |
A drank, heee |
Ya need to go get somethin, either that or go runnin down |
Innerstate 10 east-west into oncoming traffic until you hit somethin |
You need help man you how many of these hoes don’t like they self? |
Every 5 minutes she in the mirror hopein she change into somebody else |
She lookin for instructions man she wanna stand up for |
A pimp like a flagpole all-year around if she can though |
And she don’t mind if it rain but you drive by |
Pick her up, thinkin feelin sorry for her gone make her leave this game |
And y’all video pimps & studio players take heed |
These fans ain’t stupid potna so leave this part to Suga Free |
I’ve been checkin traps since I was 17 years old |
And been frosty like this to work my bitch cause I feel cold |
Don’t get mad baby, being pregnant don’t keep no man |
And if I see you you better run as fast as you can! |
Ay man you lettin these hoes get away with murder |
Reckless eyeballin, starin at niggas in traffic gone make the pimpin hurt her |
Y’all gone make me an-gry |
Enuff, to roll |
Me a joint, smoke |
Me some weed! |
ya |
Y’all gone make me an-gry |
Enuff, to get me |
Some head (breathes heavily) |
Bitch get out the street, toot toot beep beep Your name |
Must be couch cause you can’t do a damn thang standin on your feet |
You ain’t gon burn me baby, I’ll fire yo ass |
So fast it’s nothin to a pimp it never faze me |
Sometimes I kick back & chop it up with myself |
And get relief, cause this pimpin’s extremely therapeutic |
I’m on top of this world thick, Suga Free don’t get nothin |
Out a square freak man cause I ain’t no trick |
See I don’t understand y’all language, I never could |
Like if I kicked it with you for a minute it would be all good |
It is what it is & ain’t no doubt about that |
JUST LOOK GOOD DOIN IT, & keep them suckas off yo back |
See it’s an everyday job to be an ice-cold pimp |
But I’m a natural so don’t you ever try to compare me to him |
So keep YO nails filed, YOU stay groomed let RiRi |
Do yo hair & watch you bouncin & behavin with prostitutes |
Y’all gone make me an-gry |
Enuff, to roll me |
A joint, smoke me a |
Bitch |
Y’all gone make me an-gry |
Enuff, to go to |
CV, and get |
My shit YA! |
Y’all gone make me an-gry |
Enuff, to wind up |
In ya hoe, & put her |
On the stroll! |
Ho! |
Y’all gone make me an-gry |
Enuff, to file |
My nails, & make |
Me a call |