Rappers need to learn to watch their mouths
Rappers need to learn to watch their mouths
[Verse One]:
I don't know what's goin' on I know I don't like it
I can't keep quiet that's word to Don Imus
The word 'nigga' is my safety blanket like Linus
I need that shit, let me try to redefine it
Now we be defyin' the powers that be lyin'
Bout rappers while global warmin' is harmin' your climate
MC's ain't that kind of hot
Plus niggas love ice so that's gotta stop
Plan B, I-T-C-H
See they gotta itch
They'll point they fingers at rap for a lotta this
Bullshit they brought to bare
That's impertinent, them Baby Boomers ought to share
With the rest of us
They just pissed off that 'up' starts catchin' up
Outsiders steppin' in but ain't nobody steppin' up
If you feel me, go let your weapon bust
Fuck with a bunch of sluts screamin' out "Nigga what"
"Oh you ain't a nigga. What?!" You could never say it
Today's generation calls that reparations
And it's in the declaration of the independent nation of Your Ass Whippin'
If I catch your ass trippin'
[Chorus]:
I'mma (ha ha ha) all the way to the bank
12 gauge in my hand
You can say that I ain't
But I can say that I am and that's the power of rap
I can say what I wanna and you gotta react
[Verse Two]:
Like, clap yo' hands
Clap yo' hands
All you old fogies wondering what's happening
Like the feeling is fascinatin'
But my hands are in the air but I'm masturbatin'
You had to hate it
That's what we call feelin' yourself
Happens every other time you're fulfilling yourself
With a little massage in it
Throw in some poverty
Little bit of chronic and for real that's all you need
Fuck outta here
This took a lot of years to make
We tired of you tellin' us we gotta hear ya fake
Losers, people might fool ya
Clear Channel rappers I can see right through ya
You Radio One'd yourself
Claimin' you the father, nah nigga son'd yourself
For every million you get, there's a million broke niggas
So niggas still ain't worth shit, go figure
As they (ha ha ha) all up in yo' face
And they cashin' in big at the expense of your race
And so they (ha ha ha) until it's all I can take
I've been stealin', I've been dealin' to put food on my plate
[Chorus]:
And so I (ha ha ha) all the way to the bank
12 gauge in my hand
You can say that I ain't
But I can say that I am and that's the power of rap
I can say what I wanna and you gotta react
So, clap yo' hands everybody
If you got what it takes
Y-y-you better clap yo' hands everybody
If you got what it takes
Rappers need to learn to watch their mouths
[Verse One]:
I don't know what's goin' on I know I don't like it
I can't keep quiet that's word to Don Imus
The word 'nigga' is my safety blanket like Linus
I need that shit, let me try to redefine it
Now we be defyin' the powers that be lyin'
Bout rappers while global warmin' is harmin' your climate
MC's ain't that kind of hot
Plus niggas love ice so that's gotta stop
Plan B, I-T-C-H
See they gotta itch
They'll point they fingers at rap for a lotta this
Bullshit they brought to bare
That's impertinent, them Baby Boomers ought to share
With the rest of us
They just pissed off that 'up' starts catchin' up
Outsiders steppin' in but ain't nobody steppin' up
If you feel me, go let your weapon bust
Fuck with a bunch of sluts screamin' out "Nigga what"
"Oh you ain't a nigga. What?!" You could never say it
Today's generation calls that reparations
And it's in the declaration of the independent nation of Your Ass Whippin'
If I catch your ass trippin'
[Chorus]:
I'mma (ha ha ha) all the way to the bank
12 gauge in my hand
You can say that I ain't
But I can say that I am and that's the power of rap
I can say what I wanna and you gotta react
[Verse Two]:
Like, clap yo' hands
Clap yo' hands
All you old fogies wondering what's happening
Like the feeling is fascinatin'
But my hands are in the air but I'm masturbatin'
You had to hate it
That's what we call feelin' yourself
Happens every other time you're fulfilling yourself
With a little massage in it
Throw in some poverty
Little bit of chronic and for real that's all you need
Fuck outta here
This took a lot of years to make
We tired of you tellin' us we gotta hear ya fake
Losers, people might fool ya
Clear Channel rappers I can see right through ya
You Radio One'd yourself
Claimin' you the father, nah nigga son'd yourself
For every million you get, there's a million broke niggas
So niggas still ain't worth shit, go figure
As they (ha ha ha) all up in yo' face
And they cashin' in big at the expense of your race
And so they (ha ha ha) until it's all I can take
I've been stealin', I've been dealin' to put food on my plate
[Chorus]:
And so I (ha ha ha) all the way to the bank
12 gauge in my hand
You can say that I ain't
But I can say that I am and that's the power of rap
I can say what I wanna and you gotta react
So, clap yo' hands everybody
If you got what it takes
Y-y-you better clap yo' hands everybody
If you got what it takes
( Wafeek )
www.ChordsAZ.com