Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Picture Perfect, artist - Yung Joc. Date of issue: 05.06.2006
Song language: English
Picture Perfect |
| I’m choppin twenty-fo's, blowin good 'dro |
| Yeah I got plenty Hoes (but life ain’t picture perfect) |
| Yeah you see the ice, and I dress nice |
| Make 'em look twice (but life ain’t picture perfect) |
| Yeah I’m blowin on some good lime, skatin down 285 |
| Wouldn’t believe half of the shit that’s skatin through a nigga mind |
| 745 complimented with leather and wood |
| Chickens on my dick, cause a nigga fresh and smellin good |
| Jack boys plottin for my stacks on deck |
| Wanna put the tech to my chest for the ice on my neck |
| Oh yeah it’s easy to attain it all, harder to maintain it all |
| If you want a perfect picture only God can paint it dawg |
| Niggas in these videos with multi-platinum projects |
| Cain’t even get credit cards and they momma stay in projects |
| How is that? |
| Scracth my head, somethin don’t seem right |
| Your teeth full of ice so when you smile I seen lights |
| Seems like I’m hatin, I’m just statin the facts |
| I ain’t fin' ta smile in your face and put a blade in your back |
| Now, now try not to get caught up on the way shit looks |
| Cause everything ain’t picture perfect nigga listen to the hook |
| Yeah I’m off in Magic City, trickin off on ass and titties |
| Bitches blowin me kisses, makin me wanna hit it |
| I must admit it got a good chick and she been holdin me down |
| But I ain’t fuck around, there’s too much shit goin 'round |
| Like the rims on my pickup, scared to get my dick sucked |
| Nigga run into the clinic even from a hiccup |
| Pick up the pieces to the fuckin puzzle |
| I’m affiliated with niggas who murder rob and hustle |
| Plus you think I’m ballin cause I’m poppin Crist' and spendin G’s |
| I’m just tryin to drink away the pain that killed my nigga Steve |
| Nigga please, I ain’t shit, cookies and cream |
| Feelin like Marvin, it make me wanna holla and scream |
| Now half the shit you doin already been done |
| And that’s why half my niggas dead, locked up or on the run |
| That dope money ain’t sufficient, it don’t last always |
| Niggas trap all night, in project hallways |
| All day long, niggas front like stars |
| On them big ass rims, that cost more than they cars |
| Spent three hundred on the outfit, a hundred on some Nikes |
| But his baby needs wipes diapers and Pedialite |
| And you probably got a cousin, brother or a friend |
| And this song sound like him from beginnin to end |
| Then again it might be me, and I’m tired of the nonsense |
| Cain’t sleep at night cause I got a guilty conscience |
| Can’t you see? |
| Can’t you see, can’t you see! |
| Can’t you see! |
| Can’t you seeeeeeeeeeee |
| Can’t you see |