Wednesday, July 28, 2010

The Cookout

Hook
Why you gotta be watching me while I'm just doing my thing
there ain't nothing right here to see so just let me do my thing
I came up watched people change up man the world just ain't the same
well I aint going nowhere don't worry just let me do my thing

Verse 1
lets describe me blessed as I be
I still get stressed gotta dress to impress
still get fresh but the rest that find me
strange don't care cause the fresh get spoiled
royal pain in the ass I gotta ????????
it's a ocean full of sharks you get thrown in for being annoying
lost you didn't I,
didn't I blow your mind the delfonics
you may as well vomit, I'm Pepto Bismol literally
your stomach gets sick from this shit
then I suggest you twist off the cap and diget the pink
I bet you think I can't do nothing for you
this is me for you, fuck euphoria
making 16 out of 5 words
yall aint fucking with me
I do me that my state of mind follow me do me

Hook
Why you gotta be watching me while I'm just doing my thing
there ain't nothing right here to see so just let me do my thing
I came up watched people change up man the world just ain't the same
well I aint going nowhere don't worry just let me do my thing

Verse 2
In my mind I'm at a cookout Marcus Garvey park
while I spark the marley with Nate as my look out
if I get caught getting high will the see me
nigga I'm really high off the hemi? haze
so if I'm high the cops will have to look up
but if they reach up and grab me they gona look up
my police file see how I have a warrant for arson
burning up tracks forever sparking
conversation flaming the minds of the retarded
setting a blaze of work of these feeble artist
bring ether to my targets KKK when I'm burning crosses
the one that hang around their neck
it's just a chain and they don't know a thing about respect
or why that man died I'm not going gospel am I
I'm just saying don't cop it rock it
and not know a thing about the topic got it

Hook
Why you gotta be watching me while I'm just doing my thing
there ain't nothing right here to see so just let me do my thing
I came up watched people change up man the world just ain't the same
well I aint going nowhere don't worry just let me do my thing

Verse 3
I can't feel my face I'm so high
or maybe cause it's like 12 degrees outside
why, well I smoke cali from a phillie in New York
playing Chicago outside a Chinese restaurant
maybe the Vodka, God spell on my
this groove should a felony
trafficing drugs from state to state
coast to coast even across the ocean I float
maybe yall aint comprehend the metaphor
I cause a better war between Russia and China
but Cali and New York settle score, we're pathetic yall
this intoxication got me making major mistakes
in sobriety but when I wake up ain't nobody trying me
born alone die alone but misery loves company
so you all welcome to die with me finally
inconclusion introducing the deepest rapper in the movement
rather the pinkest rapper in the movement
I'm pretty sure you getting use to it
Charles Hamilton damnit I live to do this

well I aint going nowhere don't worry just let me do my thing

Rodney Watkins
Donated these lyrics to us :D

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