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You ready? A'ight Look dawg, I'm extra unique My whole aura scream talent I been listenin' to Fela, Griselda, and Marvin Winans Just to make sure I'm balanced I'm from the West, yuh Half of my partners is savage The other half made it out the mud But the taste of sludge didn't alter they palate, uh I'm a dog, I'm a beast and yo' father figure (yuh) That lil' P365 was just Fat starter pistol (yuh) She got a Scorpion too And it'll sting you just like a scorpion do If a demon get gregarious My lil' Harriet don't do what accordions do (yuh) Ooh, that means fold, I was told by the G's of old (what they say?) Keep yo' lady close, make sure she can work a pole (okay) But they weren't referring to strippers (hell no) I'm still bald face with the clippers (yeah) I done been blessed with a woman that pray heavy But turn a freak on the liquor, uh She keep the devil off me like the Cherubim She make it clear to hoes that we ain't sharing him I push the yukoneezy like a chariot DK a legend, hey, we had to bury him Uh, yeah But that's how it be in the jungle (yuh) I grew up around wildlings and mongels Ready to slump you, murk you or jump you, uh Yuh, I rock the slides to be humble (yuh) I told my baby girl she gon' have more in her head Than just product and bundles (yuh) They say I'm rappin' with hunger (yuh) I tell 'em, "Hell naw, I'm eating" (yuh) If you book me for a show And I can't bring my wife and my babies, I'm leavin' (yuh) Big daddy energy speakin' (yuh) I keep the enemy tweakin' (yuh) I could go "huh" all on the track And they'll say I'm the hardest one breathin' (yuh) I am a beacon for heathens (yuh) Me and my hood got cohesion (yuh) It taught me keep a lil' .38 special They bless you when ain't no one sneezin' Ahhh This hoe fye, fye If you black, we in sync Bye, bye, bye West! That's my side Throw it up and I'ma put it down until I die Ah! This hoe fye, fye If you black, we in sync Bye, bye, bye West! That's my side Throw it up and I'ma (yuh) put it down (yuh) until I die Oh God, I'm extra petite But the hood call me Fat Fire on me like Shadrach and Meshach I keep peace for the scrap Throw up the West, yuh But let's just keep it a stack I was raised in Grand Rapids My pops was inactive My mama was forced to adapt (yuh) She held it down, that's nothin' new I'm black in America (yeah, yuh) Raised in the slums, came up from crumbs Now we cool with Erykah (yeah, yuh) Ooh, yeah, I'm talkin' Badu I don't know why you, don't recognize fool Me and Tob gon' give and go just like a drive through School of hard knocks the only thing I applied to And I got admitted, I ain't kiddin', ain't it glorious? (Yeah, yuh) I feel like Diddy, Tobe Biggie, we notorious, yuh (yeah, yuh) But it's so much more to us, might get a Grammy That's the floor to us Dropped two kids, lifestyle laborious Don't need oracles, I ain't Morpheus I am still the young queen, mother, baby, what it do? (What it do?) If you breed and don't care for yo' seed, what is you? (Yuh) Say it with me, a hoe, this for y'all who don't know Big Fat, but I ain't swole, lil' boys gon' address me like big bro Ariana ain't the only one that do it grande Knew I'd be his fiancé when he was broke on Causeway, yuh And, and, and, he ain't even hit his peak like Dante And I ain't Kim (what that mean?) Tobe can't never go Kanye Ahhh This hoe fye, fye If you black, we in sync Bye, bye, bye West! That's my side Throw it up and I'ma put it down until I die Ah! This hoe fye, fye If you black, we in sync Bye, bye, bye West! That's my side Throw it up and I'ma put it down until I die, yo Stop playin'
Writer(s): Lanell Grant, Tobe Nwigwe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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