Deeper (feat. Papa Juggy)

(Feat. Papa Juggy) (Papa Juggy) Cha cha cha Hey watch out rude bwoy You see how tight Bo$$ come man? She just come down DANGEROUS! "Is that what time it is Boss?" "Yo what the fuck is wrong with you?" "This is deep, but I'm goin deeper." (Bo$$) I don't really wanna feel Like I'm in a daze so I smoke big kill Just to deal with the ills like this fucked up trip (damn) My skills ain't payin bills And it's fuckin with me and my grip (I hear you) I drink that St. Ide's shit And smoke a ticket at the same time Drop a wicked bomb on my naughty nature I'm livin foul like a Nickerbocker (you livin foul?) Bitch I'm not the woman to sleep but I'm lost (yo that's deep) Cause I be on some ole' I'm tired of niggaz Tryin to come up off bitches type thing ("What can I do?") And if I don't react the way he want he might swing His little trick bitch ass in another direction Then don't even use protection I hate stupid shit assholes can avoid Yo! And if worse came to worse I'll run a fraud on unemployed Cause who the fuck cares that I got gray hairs and can't sleep Know what I mean? (Yeah hell yeah, that's deep) Deeper and deeper ... "What can I do?" Deeper and deeper ... "What can I do?" "This is deep, but I'm goin deeper." (Bo$$) Every now and then I start flippin and get to thinkin Bout deep shit beyond all that bullshit I shoot at people (yeah I know what you mean) But fuck it I'm evil And I'm hip to every bitch tryin to get a grip And every nigga tryin to get a grip but fuck that shit And I say fuck that shit with my mighty middle finger I'm heavy off into this rap shit, buckin singers Yo I think I'm gettin tense (word?) Cause my dollars ain't makin no fuckin sense; but then again It's probably all that chronic that I smoked I use to be like that when I was out there slangin dope And lately I been flippin on some old paranoid shit Like lookin fuckers up and down tryin to start shit ("What can I do?") Cause I'm a hard bitch (So why don't you just soften up?) I try to be cool but I get caught up when I go to clubs, straight up I don't even trust myself (yo, you can trust me) Fuck I know? (I'm just like you) Riiiiiiight, that's deep Deeper and deeper ... Deeper and deeper ... (Yo Bo$$ that shit you talkin bout that's some deep shit I'm tellin you motherfuckers can't really get with that Relate to that shit) (Papa Juggy) Eh hey hey, I guess it's best we tell them mon Everytime she come, she's detrimental mon Yes mon, know dis Hehehe, don't make me tell dem again mon, woyyy She too hotta, tell-a-man she too hotta Tell man she too hotta an' every posse know dat-ta Yes, she too hotta, tell man she too hotta For inside she come, she say de posse get flat come (Bo$$) Aiyyo, I got them buckwild thrills, livin foul kills I'm tryin to get to Watts but Im stuck in Baldwin Hills (damn) Tryin to find myself for real though, check it If I just rewind myself I'll see it ain't that hectic Y'all dont hear me talkin but its time to get a stack Cause I'm about a second away, from goin back To the corner slangin dope (now you know you don't wanna do that shit) Gankin cluckers, jackin high, cappin marks I may be loosin my mind but better that than my heart (I hear you) I talk a lot of shit but I can back it all the fuck up I'm real cool people until some bullshit get brung up Look here, believe me I ain't comin out my crib Tryin to snap on life and run out and do some dumb shit So I'll be takin another sip to relax me And get them problems out my mind that distract me Life is workin on my last nerve (yeah I hear you G) I'll see yo' ass next week, peace (yo that shit is deep) Deeper and deeper ... "What can I do?" Deeper and deeper ... "What can I do?" (Papa Juggy starts again and fades out.) Deeper and deeper ... "What can I do?" Deeper and deeper ... "What can I do?"