Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Silent Treatment, artist - The Roots. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
Silent Treatment |
| Girl you know that you need |
| to stop givin’me the silent. |
| treatment baby |
| Can’t you see what you mean to me? |
| I wanna love you constantly, but you keep neglecting me And treating me silently |
| Verse One: BlackThought |
| Yo, I had a Queen named Amina, height 5'7 |
| Caramel-complected, body like heaven |
| Met her through the sister of my man Big Vince |
| Like some shit from out the flicks we been in love ever since |
| She called me her chocolate brotha, I call her my sugar sista |
| Knew Shorty could work it since before I ever kissed her |
| I never dissed her, painted my picture to hit |
| But because sex she wasn’t with, she started flippin an’shit |
| Like, Listen man, I’m Queen Amina, Amina’s not no freak and |
| that game is weak and keep tryin to hit I could quit speakin |
| Tariq in fact, you bein BlackThought don’t get ya closer |
| I dig ya but won’t bone ya because I’m so-called supposed ta Most o’them would, but that couldn’t be me, that’s not my flava |
| Go home and think about that, maybe later on I’ll page ya… |
| I contemplated, and then concluded she was bluffin |
| Steady pursuin screwin, gettin nothin but the silent treatment |
| Chorus (+ Silently bay-bee at end) |
| Verse Two: BlackThought |
| Crazy frustration, about my lovin situation |
| When patience was a virtue, but I wasn’t used to waitin |
| I want some Marvin Gaye healin, feelin is real inside |
| I slip and slide, my ride’ll keep you occupied, I’d. |
| love to get wit it like that, but my baby’s kitty cat’s capped |
| and locked, Love Boat is docked at the shore |
| And what for? |
| Later for groupies on tour |
| Why won’t my sugar call me no more? |
| I mean, my Queen gets upset, rejectin and sexually neglect |
| Then sayin I’m more sewer than Das EFX, and closed-minded |
| It’s like I’m blinded by the skinnin |
| I’m into women; |
| because of that, this one’s into communication |
| Temptation played the vandal, freakin my brain, my mind |
| Rippin the handle on physically scandalous acts |
| Yo! |
| She knew what I wanted, but she fronted |
| … bust it Verse Three: BlackThought |
| Well umm |
| Movin right along with the song, plus the strong |
| feelings on my mind, desire to intertwine |
| Combine and blend, baby bust a message that I send |
| Ain’t no need to pretend, cause shit is real til the end |
| I provide a place to hide from crime, hard times |
| and livin trife, while I open ya mind, you’re in my life |
| like love, it ain’t no way no one can rise above what’s real |
| That’s why I’m feelin like you’re makin me bugged |
| I puff an El on fifty deuce while I walk in the rain |
| Heart feelin killa pain while I hop the train |
| Dial her number to the rest, and ain’t no messages left |
| Regardless, my chest thumps from stress, yo it’s a mess |
| I don’t know what I got to do to make you understand |
| I’m for real and that’s no question, no frontin or no guessin |
| Undressin, carressin, in the span, that I contain in my hand |
| could touch and make you say that I’m such a man |
| and call my name, so let me set your body aflame |
| I’ll never treat you like a dame or run game |
| Now who’s to blame? |
| I know you’re not a hoe for niggaz with a lot of dough |
| But I just wanted you to know |
| Chorus (+ silently at end) |
| Chorus ½ (+ silently, si-lent-ly at end) |