Lyrics
Esham - Don't Trip
Once upon a time, I was broke and hungry,
I told you that before, so let me get on with my story,
I chill in Detroit, on the east side of town,
I can remember when n*ggaz scream pony down!
times have changed, so I changed with the times,
many didn't know I was always rockin' rhymes,
some bitches were illin', spillin' and spitin' out venom,
I'm cool and causual, so I don't wear denim,
you call me fake, and weak and whack and worthless,
now I'm flocking drop and is legit, and some fresh, yes!
changing tune, so you'll be a fan, and
everywhere you go, you got my d!ck in your hand,
I used to be fake, that's what you told your crew,
so now when they see me, they dodge too,
let me get stong just the joke you was playin'
in fact you really didn't know what you were saying,
you're slippin', you're trippin' on my life style,
cause I'm funky fresh cool, and never wild,
so all ya'll hoes, grab my tip and get a good grip
before you fix your lip to diss, don't trip!
You used tail me like a 40, but you never swallow me,
And everywhere I go, it seem the rumors would follow me,
said I sucka, said I'm a sticka,
ruining my rep hoping yours might pick up,
he say, she say, you say I'm fake, give me a break!
what does it take to make you understand?
jealousy ain't here, n*ggaz thinkin' they did, but they didn't,
cause they bullshitin', hoes on the side lines, readin' the headlines,
before I was fake, I'm they man now they all lying,
trying to replace me with rumors and a bad rep,
fuck the rumors, supplies is kept, I step,
calling me broke, saying I'm a joke, and all hoe,
that it was me, so they can see how *they eat that*
I'm living swell as hell, brother can't you tell,
I stay calm and cool, smooth! but now they yell,
My mind is worth a million dollars, but I won't sell it,
I'ma tell it like 'tis, the only way to tell it,
I'm nice, brother, watch ya step, don't slip,
before you wind up on your ass, don't trip
You act like you're best on a real deal,
said the only thing I buy at McDonald's, is a kiddie meal
how you figga? another pussy-ass n*gga,
trippin' on my fame, your new name is Jack Tripper,
I had to let them know, I'm the best in the city hoe!
You trippin' like my man in Too $hort's video,
you said I was faker than a three-dollar bill son,
if I'm so fake, you got change for one?
n*ggaz ain't the only one trippin', hoes trippin' too,
to them fake ass phoney bitches, FUCK YOU!
talkin' behind my back, tellin' your girl what I ain't got,
tellin' 'em how I'm this, tellin' 'em how I'm that,
well tell 'em how I fucked you, and tell 'em how you sucked, ooh!
it felt so good, that you oughta do it again,
for the next time your trippin', ya better not be trippin' on me,
cause ya'll can suck my dick, Don't T-R-I-P!
