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Geto Boys "Mind playin tricks on Me"
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bushwick Bill
Bushwick Bill
Vocals
Scarface
Scarface
Vocals
Willie D
Willie D
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Geto Boys
Geto Boys
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bushwick Bill
Bushwick Bill
Producer
James Smith
James Smith
Producer
John Bido
John Bido
Producer
Prince Johnny C
Prince Johnny C
Producer
Roland
Roland
Producer
Scarface
Scarface
Producer
Simon Cullins
Simon Cullins
Producer
Willie D
Willie D
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, it's time to do it like a G.O. once again You know in 1989 we knocked on the door In 1990 we beat on the door Now it's 1991 and we gonna kick this muthafucka in Lets talk about a scandal The album Geffen found too hot to handle Fucked up the minds of you and yours The last lp from the Geto Boys Can you believe those hypocrites Who distribute Guns n Roses but not our shit And they say we're a racist act Ain't that the pot calling the kettle black Man fuck them hoes We got new partners and got shit done regardless Cause our fans are everready down to die hard Around the globe to 5th Ward I read a news report Some lawyer in Florida wanna take us to court Somebody tell that country ass hick To go suck a dead man's dick You scream obscenity, but it's publicity You want hoes so don't act like you don't know Better fuck with somebody else before you get popped Cause we can't be stopped Geto Boys Geto Boys Geto Boys geto Boys People are frightened when they hear the Boys Cause we ain't just a bunch of noise None of that me me rappin' We let your mutherfuckin as know whats happenin Bitches get raped, niggas get murdered Adults fuckin kids in numbers unheard of It's on the news every hour Why can't I talk about it? Everybody seem to be after us Even the manufacturers Wouldn't press our disc, you know it wasn't fair Fuck everybody who work there And every mutherfuckin reporter Across every mutherfuckin border You said the album wasn't coming out fighter But when it did you couldn't find your typewriter Keep lettin the government dictate what you hear Next they'll put stickers on your ears Even with that move we got 'em in anguish Cause we'll learn sign language We can't be stopped Geto Boys Geto Boys Willie D is the gangsta of love Some of my friends sell drugs I sell knowledge that you can't get a hoe Cause the game is so not toe Promoters took away our tour Negative press made them insecure And you wonder why you never see a video Of the boys from the geto No radio, talkshow, or magazine were we in And we still in the top 10 You can't beat that with a bat Huh, hammer can't touch that We from the muhafuckin south Now what was that bullshit about? That we had to be from Cali or New York Anybody can make it that got heart Trenchcoats and gangster hats got my back Any nigga around me got to pack So come on muthafuckas, come on muthafuckas, FUCK! We can't be stopped Geto Boys Geto Boys
Writer(s): Philip Bailey, Maurice White, Brad Jordan, Lorenzo Dunn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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