rough drafts of new songs on www.soundclick.com/simple2
Lyrics
{
Date: 2/17/06
Title: Whut'cha say?
Artist: Simple
Album: ver 2.0
Beat: hehe...
Label: Grind'Inn
}
so what's the issue... niggaz all ball 'til its on,
when its on, then they all fall,
cuz da 4-4 long hit u??
u came cool but now u say so long crippl'd
flex muscles when i armstrong pistols
blows arms off, u'feel bombs and missiles
i come to harm, an' dog i'll hit u
betta alarm ya boys, ya boy got issues
an' its him again, wit the sick sound
and the sick flow.... and i got tha big pound
thata spit rounds.... shift lobes when it hit clowns
ain't know? yea it shut... shit... down...
heh.. get ya click found in a big hole
i get ya bitch down on the floor
like a P.I.M.P. an' her tits, yea i grip those
cuz her clothes long gone like a strip show
every time i hit a town, yea i rip shows
s'y i'm the one wit tha crown an' u pricks know
alicia keys style... u kids wanna wil'?
[act] like u dun' kno mah name,
[get] ya shit blown out the frame
s'how a pro lets u know that its not a game
and i know u wanna roll, but its not tha same
wanna go where i go, [but] yo, i got a name
but u's jus' tha dude, thaz a lame... heh..
damn shame.. u can't create hard brackets
now i untamed my brain, mayne, i'mma blaze yaw fagots
raw on that ass, all access, thaz no lubrication
when i'm invading ya assets..
bastidz....