We smashing,
Thousand be the head of the class `n`
Rollin thru ya party with the stereo blastin` we creepin`
It`s bin` seven since last weekend,
Everybody in the club freekin`
And in the corner, I can see ya standin` there,
Black jacket `n` long hair we`ve been exchanging stares,
`n` I know ya, `n` what`cha thinkin` yeah right,
Wearin` ya clothes air-tight at the club every night `n`,
Don`t`cha know that brothers don`t like the girls,
That be into the guys that be tellin them lies `n` listen here hun,
Life`s more than this,
Ya tryin to tell me that`cha never get bored of this?,
Yo, check this who you eye`in up for ya set list,
Frontin` with ya fake gold necklace,
Not respected, `n` yet ya wonderin` why,
Seen the gleam in ya eyes, as soon as ya spotted them dolla signs $,
Girl what`s next? who you hittin` up for the rolex?
Brothers need to clear their specs,
Boy ya gettin` gamed on, thinkin` she loves you `n` all that,
Need to get it all back, move on `n` step off that,
She`s the wrong type, but same goes for females,
Cuz` guys be spittin` lies, not telling the details,
In the fine print, baby girl, don`t sweat it,
Cuz one of these days you`ll regret it,
And yo, the moral of the story is,
Dogs and cats are notorious, for gettin` funny around cash money,
So lesson learned, `n` ya playin` with fire get burned,
Respect yourself, peace, kid hope ya learned
[CHORUS]
You think ya somethin` more ya so supafly,
To the fact you`re blind, you`re so empty inside,
It`s hard for me to get this thru to you,
To the fact ya blind, baby, blind, baby, [x2]
Well it`s the Sundance Kid,
Yo the rap villain, man for real and,
Peeps catchin` feelin`s of the lyrical caps that I`m peeling,
Makin` noise y`all, me `n` my krutch boys y`all, stand tall,
Cuz yo we ain`t never gonna fall, man forget that,
Yo, we`ll keep constantly comin` right back,
Like CHRIST when he rose on the third
Strikin` ya nerves take ya down, down, like Titanic to icebergs,
If ya messin` with a girl for her curves,
And yo, ya might be, you think ya somethin high and mighty,
Might be that you be frontin,
Most likely, no doubt, money be singin` the same song,
Respect yourself hun, it`s the 34th Psalm
And sometimes I feel, so unbreakable, I`m so forsakeable,
I`m shattered,
And things aren`t as they seem,
They`re so in between, they`re so make believe,
That it`s un-real,
And wake me up when things are better,
Cuz I can`t take much more of this and take these rags,
But leave my comfortable sweater,
And leave me alone, then leave me alone, alone, alone, a-lone
[chorus (x2)]
[Thanks to hyper_chika@hotmail.com for these lyrics]
