Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stop Spying , by - The Grouch. Song from the album Making Perfect Sense, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 02.10.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stop Spying |
| What the fuck they lookin' at that hides behind my back? |
| I’m just an ordinary guy with a knack to kick a rap |
| Wondering why they wanna have that information on me |
| What I buy at Latees isn’t really exciting |
| I’m fighting my way |
| Through the camera laid store |
| And when I purchase something |
| They wanna know more |
| But what for man? |
| I’m talkin' Radio Shack |
| The good guys that’s all bad, they created a stack, a file |
| I wanna wile but I’ll settle for the discount |
| She’s bound to come back though |
| Ten fold |
| I’m only twenty three years old and bold |
| Never owned a weapon so what the fuck they stressin' for |
| I go for walks in the wilderness wonderin' |
| Do the trees see? |
| And what the fuck do they want with me? |
| If they do man, I’m trippin' |
| Sippin' on some brew cause reality is cuckoo |
| Rewind the tape, that’s his face |
| He was in the wrong place |
| Run his social |
| We got it all here, he’s local |
| This is what he knows |
| And this is what he owes |
| Here’s where he goes to buy his clothes |
| Man if they really want the run down on me they should ask |
| I’m a person |
| Nothin' to hide but my ass |
| For certain |
| I caught them peepin' and keepin' |
| Account of my actions |
| What the fuck they trackin'? |
| What the fuck they trackin'? |
| Add the information up then put it in a pile |
| Take a picture trick, you’ll never get my style down |
| What they want with my grocery list? |
| Most of this is outta hand |
| Now you can’t…see me |
| I bought this Hennessy at 9:23 |
| On the southside of S.C. with my last fuckin' twenty |
| ? |
| pigs cause they’d dig to know that info |
| Swipe the magnetic stripe and void it before it ends so |
| I get to sweatin' and lookin' over my shoulder |
| Actin' like I’m stupid and it’s only gettin' colder than this |
| If they miss a word I heard it’s on tape |
| But all I do is kick it and try and create |
| They keep eyein' |
| I keep supplyin' tracks with no tax so |
| Ask for the facts but don’t send them via fax/fac- |
| -simile |
| I act timid, he |
| Much more in it than out |
| Shout when the don’t watch |
| Pout, no I won’t |
| Got a hunch |
| Underground is lunch to that bunch |
| Stomp while they spyin' |
| Just knock 'em out and say «die» |
| I lay myself low in the cut |
| Knowin' it was |
| Today’s convenience got 'em seein' shit tomorrow |
| Borrow the tape and make hate come out |
| Before we run out of time |
| I wanna see 'em go blind |
| Before we run out of time |
| I wanna see 'em go blind |