Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song CUJO, artist - Tobe Nwigwe. Date of issue: 12.12.2020
Song language: English
CUJO |
| Free your mind up, be formless |
| Shapeless like water (Water) |
| Free your mind up, be formless |
| Shapeless like water (Water) |
| Look, first off you should understand that the big boss dawg ain’t gotta rap |
| I do it for the ones who come from crumbs and the slums with the drums, |
| flippin' the packs |
| My angle |
| I ain’t gon' lie, that hoe love opps too |
| But I keep a blammer when I’m with the family 'cause I’m prepared for whatever |
| the opps do |
| Give props to me and Nell, hell, we figured it out |
| They independent and keep a high percentage of my distribution, word to Steve |
| Stout |
| Boss talk (Free your mind up) |
| But on these beats I never seize to keep it lethal |
| Keep a baby rapper layin' in the fetal |
| Fat had my baby then we had a sequel, had to double up |
| Got that ultra black dad drip game |
| Where I’m from, playa, swear a drum major ain’t the only one who that can flip |
| 'caine, ouu |
| But these streets are feeble when it come to evil |
| And my kinfolk was just like Optimus in his prime |
| Had his mind wrapped with diesel, all gas |
| No breaks, no fake chase, I eat beats, I scrape plates |
| If you need water I’m the Great Lakes, dawg, I’m |
| Alkaline with the rhymes, I design, hard to find |
| Any kind, shape, form, or fashion of rapper that can match me, I’m a dragon |
| All the competition beat the system in some Nike slides and white socks |
| 'Cause what I’m spittin' swear the vision on ultralight beam, no cyclops |
| My block is what I keep inside me |
| I was raised 'round Gs who like to ride |
| And if they ever move piece they kept it silent, like |
| Psalm, psychic, pneumonia, a pseudo, but you know I’m too cold |
| The only thing I lack is fructose |
| Ain’t nothing sweet about me, I’m Cujo |
| Free your mind up, be formless |
| Shapeless like water (Water) |
| Free your mind up, be formless |
| Shapeless like water (Water) |
| (Yo, Bill, ay) |
| So good it don’t make no sense |
| You know the flow like water, I don’t need no rinse |
| You still purple rain, yeah, I feel like Prince |
| I look forward to the money, I ain’t look back since |
| You know the boy drip hard to the point I’m drenchin' |
| Need a franchise tag, I don’t see no bench |
| Keep a tool closeby, I don’t need no wrench |
| You fake Gs, now Gucci ain’t make 'em prints |
| I’m still on a killing spree, put out a APB |
| You know I stand in my bag, I’m an |
| I’m goin' up like wheelie on the ATV |
| A big dog, yeah, I’m restin', but they can’t see |
| A top shotter with the clicks clacks, big facts |
| I move a lot of big packs, let it riff raff |
| Wrong move, that’ll get a dude gift-wrapped |
| The upper echelon flow, yeah, this that |
| Who want smoke? |
| I’m deliverin' a big batch |
| Big rats, been scratched, yeah, the big sack |
| Play with me, that mask gettin' dispatched |
| Flow nasty like soda when it get flat |
| Saint Bernard, New Yorker, that’s a mismatch |
| Every ball like a flame on a lit match |
| Pockets lookin' like a presidential kit bag |
| Seen broke, disagreed, had to fix that |
| I leave the beat with a cujo bite |
| I do it bad, need two more mics |
| The game over, need two more lights |
| I tap twice, but at the gram I don’t do no likes |
| I’m from the hood where we shoot, we don’t do no fights |
| We don’t talk to police, we don’t do no mics |
| We keep raid for a roach, we don’t do your type |
| I’m in a |
| when I threw those dice |
| I’ll send 'em straight to the maker after two more strikes, yeah |
| Free your mind up, be formless |
| Shapeless like water (Water) |
| Free your mind up, be formless |
| Shapeless like water (Water) |
| You see the problem with you people is that is sin. |
| You’re gallivanting around |
| as if the world is twisting your toe. |
| When all the world is asking you to do is |
| something very simple. |
| And that’s be like water, water. |