Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thinkin' , by - Suga Free. Song from the album The New Testament, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 08.03.2004
Record label: Laneway
Song language: English
Thinkin' |
| Yo! |
| Every little thing she does is magic! |
| Know why? |
| Cause she ain’t a bitch |
| You see… |
| There was a black man, white man, and a Chinese man and God was giving out hair |
| He said, «Black man, what kind of hair do you want?» |
| He said, «Just ball mine up and throw it here.» |
| Don’t nothing come to sleepers but dreams |
| And then you wake up with reality in the distance, spinning and thinning please |
| Don’t do me… yo |
| No damn favor |
| Yo, you hate me cause I pimp a prostitute? |
| You think I’m playin' nigga? |
| After you |
| Now here’s a person, here’s a place, here’s a thing we call it game |
| Oh yeah, your glasses before you enter, cause me and you, we don’t see the same |
| thang |
| I dance low, low, low, lower, lower, lower |
| Hair flying bounce you notice |
| I ain’t for play |
| No day |
| I mean every motherfucking word that I say |
| What’s fly to me is that the real ones |
| Catch on, bring you up |
| Respect the game, look out for daddy and know to shut the fuck up |
| I’m driving |
| I’m thinking |
| Checking out my business you better believe me! |
| Hoeing |
| Prostitution |
| Tell me partna what is yo' solution? |
| Do what you say |
| Say what you mean |
| Cause one thing leads to another! |
| But I guarantee that understanding me |
| I’ll prolly make you pop a plea to your brother |
| City lights, heavy traffic just makes my day |
| Cause when I send my hoe to work she catching date after date |
| While you sitting there wanting to lay up |
| Look bitch, ain’t you got something to do today |
| Or somethin you playa hater? |
| Can’t wait to leave sometime like five days ago |
| When I left saying «Once a hoe always a hoe!» |
| I got a mack attack, I got a Tac attack |
| I got a tee tight turka tacka jack |
| Turn to me, we got to move the P |
| We got to wam bam pimpin' Suga Free, ooh wee |
| I wear co-co, inch dog and creasy sack |
| When Tone sat down his gat, stepped back and told this nigga |
| «Peep me to that!» |
| I’m driving |
| I’m thinking |
| Tell me partna what do you believe in? |
| Is it money? |
| Now, is it power? |
| Pimp I, pimp I, pimp back, hour for hour, hour |
| My people built this motherfucker and I know my way around |
| You see the same ole' faces going up, coming down |
| And I still can’t read |
| And you ask me if I’m qualified to give you motherfuckers just what y’all need |
| I got a problem cause I’m fresh out the penitentiary baby |
| And I admit I’m antisocial and it’s driving me crazy |
| At least in prison there’s a guard tower |
| For level ones, level twos and level threes hour after hour |
| So many memories of struggling with my bed roll |
| '85 camp Miller, 2001 out of Adelanto |
| The inmates asked me how I catched this case |
| They couldn’t believe that Suga Free was right there in they face |
| The whole yard told another yard before I left the R and R |
| I tried to make my bed but I was signing autographs hard |
| Homies giving me noodles and chips and shit |
| My bunkie Dee said, «Man I know you miss that nigga Quik.» |
| I’m driving |
| Still thinking |
| I don’t know why I’m doing so |
| Much drinking |
| But I like it |
| And I need it |
| Bitch you just gon' believe in who you believe in |
| I’m leaving |
| Don’t you ever invite your boyfriend |
| (rhythmic mumbling to fade) |