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Woodie - Whatever Tho' lyrics
* send corrections to the typist Chorus: [Woodie] I might of shot your homies Once or twice you never know But I still walk the streets So I assumed they let it go But just in case they didn't I pack metal for clever folks So all that talk in breakin' Woodie off Whatever tho' [Woodie] I'm still puttin' it down Sidin' through the town Yoc bound Suckas wanna talk down But ain't prepared to cock down They wanna bang like killas But don't bang with no killas They wanna claim they killas But don't hang with no killas This is Antioch, the A-N-T-I-O-C-H And I'm the one who brought the Yoc Up out the Golden State You wanna hate this Hate yourself Think your from the Yoc Talkin' down on my name Cuz I ain't askin' you to jock Just recognize From two professional years of rappin' East Co. Co. Records puttin' this crap Back in time on the map And then some We takin' nationwide infected Each and every nook and cranny Were that Yoc life bakins' And I reckon We'll be collectin' dividends along the way And that's exactly were this haterism comes into play What's there to say Nothin' but hot ones I got for those talkin' down on me [Chorus] X2 [Woodie] Come on haters try to stop this Dig deep into your pockets Cuz that'll give me a legit reason To make yo knot twist, not this Northern fella Antioch dwella Won't fall hostage To the thoughts and plots of the jealous Your gonna watch this Independent label succeed Were re-precautions 10-4 for Every homey that bleeds We'll plant our seeds in some mattress And watch our killas grow Teach 'em everything we know So that they gonna run the show I'm talkin' fathers and sons Uncles and nephews packin' guns Holdin' down the fort Prepared for war Protectin' loved one No more snatchin' up our dreams Through the dope on triple beams Or an enemy shot Cuz that's the power money brings We're the kings of our own plot We found a spot Don't make room If you think we're bluffin' I assume you have a skank too So if you wanna get me Come and get me Quit talkin' And send the messages through bitches Cuz that shit'll leave you chopped up [Chorus] X2 [Woodie] You wanna talk behind my back And jar jack amongst female company And every word up out your mouth Eventually gon' come to me How dumb could you be Maybe you really wanna see me But most likely you a sucka And you hatin' you can't be me Probably got that A-D-D Attention Deficit Disorder And you've notice when you say my name That people won't ignore ya That's pathetic Just another sorry chump in the game Go ahead keep bumpin' my name Cuz your just pumpin' my fame But when we cross paths Haul that So people prepare to ache Cuz I'm a draw fast Cock blast With heat to tear your brain Cuz I've HAD IT UP TO HERE [echoes] Through your history I got my stripes Sucka you ain't pumpin' fears So come here and get a dose of This Antioch West Twompsta The demon in me wants to Go back to a mobsta And put this music shit on stand by To make a man die How do I cope with this I focus on the grand prize [Chorus] X2 Nothin' but hot ones I got for those talkin' down on me [Chorus] Shit! [echoes out] |
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