Lyrics
Artist: Fransheezy
Tittle: Stressin'
Album: No Album
Listen, I drop bombs on a beat, put the lace on it
Fransheezy comin thru, Diddy get ur boyz ready
And when I come thru 50 get ur bullet proof
Cause when I grind the tooth it's only bullets on the roof
Mad bitches, Bad Richard, pellets on the cruise
Even worse, reverse , like Pam and Tom Cruise
Grabbed it one time , on the corner spitting rhyme
Rob and roll the dice to grab it up and flip a dime
Now we flow nice, it sounds like Coppadona
I'm rockin Dolce and Gabbanna in the hood with hammers
Who don't luv us, we in the hood with rovers
Looking for Madonnas to take 'em to the bahamas
' Y'all niggas wanna jack us,
it'll take fo'eva , so u better back-da-fuck-up '
I thought I told u niggas I was ghetto
From pap-n-vleis to rotten avacadoes
Now we rockin them hos
We were drivin on Corollas with no where to find us
Now we riding navigators
Chorus (2 times)
IT WAS WAKIN UP, STRESSIN UP, BASHIN UP
AND WE COULDN'T TAKE IT UP ANYMORE
NOW WE WAKIN UP, DRESSIN UP, JACKIN UP
AND WE DONT GIVE A FUCK ANYMORE
Stressin up to dressin up, bashin up to jackin up
And we no longer give a fuck, Oh yeah
I push stolen cars on independence avenue
Passenger seat? A bitch that's forever nude
Get it straight, car? Fyk registry
To the rap art ministry, no guns or artillery
I'm bringin 'Sheazy Recordz'
Fo'sheezy shady rappers
Where shooters may be bangers
Got that? Right-click that
if bad, fuck Bill Gates
And take him to the heaven gates
And never bring him back yo
I'm from the continent where Mandela was born at
Then white people came to introduce the doughnat
They got my people naked screaming alleluyah
So fuck George Bush and scream yeah to Kwameh Nkrumah
Y'all dont wanna fight that,
And if y'all wanna fight that
'Robert Mugabe got my back'
I thought I told you niggas I was ghetto
But y'all bunch of hoes
Still dont wanna respect my flow
But in the end I bring more drama than Wack or Jacko
So niggas back off, Bitches wake up
Cause hustlers like me are for ever messed up
And when this song's done
Shit,shit I'm already stressed up
Chorus (2 times)
IT WAS WAKIN UP, STRESSIN UP, BASHIN UP
AND WE COULDN'T TAKE IT UP ANYMORE
NOW WE WAKIN UP, DRESSIN UP, JACKIN UP
AND WE DONT GIVE A FUCK ANYMORE
The third verse I gets tense,
So grab a glass
Or get into the dance floor and just dance
Yeah, black Africa, white America
It dont matter, Lutherans or Catholic ah
Wether you are a AIDS patient
Sweeping pavements or just escaped the Marburg Massacre (angola)
Give to life what you ought
Cause this shit of 'no black pope, no black hope'
Is bad thought
We got black dudes with pools,
Bulls with private jets on their yards
But that's not black hope
We got people in South Africa
that are free from apartheid
And that's not because of a black pope!
We got Fransheezy, doin mad flows,
Punching tight blows
Hell yeah that's because I'm dope
And what You gon do fool when I come thru,
I'ma grab a glass n u?
Just practice your kung fu, BIATCH!
Chorus (2 times)
IT WAS WAKIN UP, STRESSIN UP, BASHIN UP
AND WE COULDN'T TAKE IT UP ANYMORE
NOW WE WAKIN UP, DRESSIN UP, JACKIN UP
AND WE DONT GIVE A FUCK ANYMORE
