Rapper Big Pooh
Rapper Big Pooh - Rapperpooh-a-lude lyrics
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[Rapper Big Pooh:] Fair warning, people would have never had a problem If the naysayers or the doubters would have got him Slumped if the corner, for sure I'm a goner Shoot with no aim, so them niggas couldn't spot him Now I got a question, if I really even want it When this shit is like a trip through the city of Sodom Gomorrah, the horror, stories are endless Workshop, working all night, no apprentice Funny when a nigga speak truth he a menace Ushered in the underground, lifelong sentence There's where I dwell, ain't no need to cry for me Rapper gonna eat, and I eat well It's been six years since I stepped out the shell Talent on the rise to the top, I propel Big Dho set sail, your boy gon' win Bet niggas act crazy when they see us again I'm really going in, I've been had nothing to lose So I choose to take y'all through a spin A journey through the mind of a sane ass artist If you spitting blah-blah shit, you a target If you spitting blah-blah shit, then just forfeit What go around come around, now they all on my dick [Kendrick Lamar:] Kendrick Lamar, I'm bout to get my mop stick Niggas bump their gums, and their bitches be bumping my shit I fry your optics, if you watching my style, watch it Tyrannosaurus reading a thesaurus, hold rappers hostage Catastrophic, it's 9-11 when I'm repping Skip college to fly first class, learn a lesson Straight brutal, roman numerals Number one eating Ramen noodles, rhyming crucial under the sun Kudos to the most high, which is me I probably make 'em plan their suicide, so usually I ain't never been with the shit starting, but y'all done started some shit I'm bout to drink some ex-lax then commence To returning the favor to all of my neighbors and comrades Calm down, you more like Trina than Trinidad at spots now Throw your dubs up Pussy probably holding Daisy Dukes and C-cups I look inside this industry and I don't see much I just see lunch, and your shit that's more bore like tourists I'm laid back, got feet up, how cool is that? The twenty-ten Kool G. Rap, whenever I rap I got my arsenal stuck on my back, I'm ready for war They tend to look for me when they fiend for Afeni Shakur Conversing, not hibernating, under the planet core At thirteen I cancelled PG-13 and went for gore That's what I pledge It's profound that I'm underground touching 'mainstreams' like river beds [Ab-Soul:] Yeah, (Ab-Soul) they saying he a breath of fresh air (light?) They can't smell all this weed that I brought in here Black & Mild smoke still linger on my clothes So unprofessional, I shouldn't be meeting with millionaires Pull up a chair, I'll school you to it I was a student truant that never studied, just always knew it You just new to it, with no clue on how you should do it Like youth in junior high school when puberty's looming And mind you, I never mined you, I ain't digging for gold Honestly, I just want to stick my dick in some hoes Kick a flow, hit the 'dro with my bros Tippy-toe in this rap game, make a lil' name With this lil' lane I've been paving since I was a teen That I never really thought that I would attain When Big Pooh dropped 'Sleepers' I could barely get a feature They ain't know this regular nigga would be the future I've viewed the roof from the floor, I've been here before I'm finna blow a couple of times over like two tubas And I'm a still want more with this appetite Till the critics stop giving me mixed signals like traffic lights You know? The lavish life, but for now I'm the new Kunta Slave to my rhyme book, a line of mine, your time's up The bastard kissing your bitch with the blackened suit coolers She'll testify, excuse Judas when I'm crucified