Missy
Missy - Wake Up songtekst
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Eh yo Hov, tell 'em Hip hop betta wake up Yeah, turn the muhfuckin' music up Yeah, turn the muhfuckin' music up Motherfuckers betta wake up, stop sellin' crack to the blacks Hope you bought a spare for your flat Can't accept me talkin' real facts Down the hill like jill and jack, I speak what yah weak mind lacks Yah heard that I'm creative to the fullest what you talkin' 'bout Willis 'Cause your talkin' never kill it I hear but don't feel it thou ain't realest Yah just sweet meat in the in the village Yeah, I'm a down diva done niva Y'all not xena heat'll squeeze into a wife beater Yep, I'm a top leader I got the Martin Luther King fever I'ma feed yah what yah teacher need to preach yah It's time to get serious Black people all areas who gon' carry us it ain't time to bury us 'Cause music be our first love, say i do lets cherish it If you don't gotta gun (It's alright) If yah makin' legal money (It's alright) If you gotta keep yah clothes on (It's alright) You ain't gotta cellular phone (It's alright) And yah wheels don't spin (It's alright) And you gotta wear them jeans again (It's alright) Yeah, if you tried oh well (It's alright) MC's stop the beef let's sell (It's alright) Hip hop betta wake up, the bed to make up Some of y'all be faker than a drag in make-up Got issues to take up before we break up Like Electra let go miss Anita Baker I love Jacobs, but jewelry won't fix my place up Gotta stay up, studio nice to cake up Now check my flava, rich folks is now my neighbors I got cable, and checkout hot made my paper Hip hop don't stop be my lifesaver Like Kobe and Shaq if they left Lakers And like a elevator DJ on a cross fader Black black people wake up or see yah ass lata I need rims that don't listen and a boomin' system First piece of change I see I'm gon' get one 745 no license to drive I ain't even gotta home I gots to live in my ride, fuck it (Rewind) I can hear myself but I can't feel myself I wanna feel myself like Tweet 745 no license to drive I ain't even gotta home I gots to live in my ride, fuck it Couple of karats in my ear wont hurt Need a nice chain layin' on this thousand dollar shirt Evisujeans cover the rectum I kick game just like David Beckham Anybody in my way I wet them I'ma be this way until the cops come catch 'em To detective sketch 'em on the sidewalk wit chalk New Yorks infections Till I got taught a lesson Couple niggaz gone couple in correction Hillary got ten Todd got fifteen nigga even my kin Got 5 years bringin' 19 in, I just think I used to think like them Now they gotta live through the pictures that I send 'em in the pen Hope you don't start yah life where I end Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up If you don't gotta gun (It's alright) If yah makin' legal money (It's alright) If you gotta keep yah clothes on (It's alright) You ain't gotta cellular phone (It's alright) And yah wheels don't spin (It's alright) And you gotta wear them jeans again (It's alright) Yeah, if you tried oh well (It's alright) MC's stop the beef let's sell (It's alright)