Album: Hood Hop (2004)
Im pretty sick & tired
Im getting sick & tired
Very sick & tired
Homie
[Verse 1]
If I had a coop right now, it will be on E
1st time I feel I aint pretty, gimme TLC
Raise ya hand mutha f*cka if ya feel like me
Live like me & ya know dis real like me
Thers beef for da cats who ain´t got nuthin
And humble too
But damn f*cked up shit hada humble you
It aint ova it jus feel like it crumbled boom
Now it diss you, said I want to rumble too
Now if ya sick & tired say it quick say it proud
If ya sick & tired say it now say it loud
Finally got the crowd poppin & crack cockran
Gabbi represent´n St. Louis & aint stopping
I am sick & tired of this lame brain shit
Kwon getting money, now Kwon getting fittyz
Say whatever you say how you say its about me
How look at this crowd be sick & tired without me
[Hook]
You ain´t have got to like me
I ain´t have got to like you
And I ain´t have got to like you
You ain´t have got to me
And You ain´t have got to like me
I ain´t have got to like you
1st time its F*ck Me
Then nigga its f*ck you
You ain´t have got to like me
I ain´t have got to like you
And I ain´t have got to like you
You ain´t have got to me
And You ain´t have got to like me
I ain´t have got to like you
1st time its F*ck Me
Then nigga its f*ck you
[Verse 2]
I been bamboozled, too many times with f*cken lood
Dawg Im sick and, I am sick & tired of ya gurlz
Keep it Deuce Deuce, HOO, tucked in a room
F*ck her, stash in da car, I Got Haash in the car
Looken as they chink I got ass in they jaw
Im tired of these hoes tryin to tell Kwon to go, Been Raw
Im a gangsta mutha f*cka, f*ck who you´re
I told you Kwon been drinkin, then piss on the bar
I do not give a damn & you niggaz know it (know it)
Im durty you pussy now where your pussy, J-Kwon gon´ show it
Gunz im holding & you do not want to get ta trippin
One sqeez of the trigga, eerbody limpin
Im from a block where eerbody crippin
Eerbody sniffin, & eerbody pimpin
J-Kwon & Trackboyz, this is tha take off
And dude im sick & tired of takin shit, Take off
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Im high (ya me)
Sumthin like Jay Z
Howz that cause I clap (ya me)
Ya back (ya me)
Strap (hella queen)
Man ya know they clap? (ya me)
Keep a stash in da dash for they all been rollin
Bought or stolen im hardly will they, huhp, holding
Cmon boy niggaz they cool off in da start, colding
Don´t get mad at me cause that chick jaw, swollen
Cause I kick they haters yaa
Im like max-a-million
I make ya smack yaself with ya dick, beaters
Ya click sweeter? you do not have the time niggaz
On the block ya don´t ever want to battle rhyme niggaz
But see a me right thurr
I shine like a light burrn
I look so bright I brought light to the night club
F*cken with Kwon, ya must really like starz
Im the black brand pink & this is tha fight club
[Hook]
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