Wack Niggas Songtext
von Common
Wack Niggas Songtext
Yo, let me, let me, let me, let me tell you why
Why this nigga... why we dedicated this song to this kind of nigga
Cause number one, Duke is driving in the motherfuckin′ projects
With a - with a Sebring, and with the - with the rag off
Y'na′mean? Y-you not ballin' like that play-boy
Straight up
Then the bitch you got playing shotgun
Like nigga I used to serve that bitch, c'mon
Really really good, I mean and you gotta shirt and tie
You wack ass nigga
Wack niggas
I don′t even like to be around ′em
Give 'em dap or pound ′em
See 'em out, they houndin′, dawg
Sayin' they got tracks for me to get down on
Sayin′ they hot when that shit don't even sound warm
Nigga I'm nasty, my style is sound porn
The graphic, exposing wack asses
I emcee as free as Ol′ Dirty Bastard
You think you Catholic tryna appeal to the masses
The Cassius Clay of rap today
Rock a beard like Castaway
You couldn′t be dope for even half a day
We keep it hot like its after May
Smoke a nigga then I pass the K
The pastor say we goin' to mass today
We have to pray, these niggas is wack ′n' eh
I have to say, since Pac passed away
Most these niggas don′t even deserve a track from me
First of all, let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots
And get yo tall ass out that C Class coupe
Y′see the whiskay had them girls feelin' friskay
You was with me, she said "Who's the sissay?"
And even if they did wanna get bizzay
Freaky like Missay and roll the weed up
You would roll three blunts and fuck up three blunts
Motherfucker you would fuck up a free lunch, dawg
Just keep it right thurr like Chingay
Your girl don′t like me? How long has she been gay?
Spanish girls tell you "no hable ingles"
And everybody wanna run to me for they single
It′s funny how these wack niggas need my help
Wasn't around when I couldn′t feed myself
Dawg, if I was you I wouldn't feel myself
Dawg, if I was you I′d kill myself
(Wack nigga) Wake up in the morning dawg, and you a
(Wack nigga) I'd kill myself if I was that
(Wack nigga) Everything you wear and rock, it′s just
(Wack nigga) Even if you flossin' rocks, you still
(Wack nigga) You can't do it dawg, you′s a
(Wack nigga) Bitin′ ass, bitch ass, trick ass
(Wack nigga) Even your daughter said "my daddy's a - "
(Wack nigga - you wack nigga)
You know you wack when your dawgs tell you
That′s how that they know ya flow is weak
Cause you only got them there to 'Say Yes′ like Floetry
The clique that I oversee ain't impressed by ya poetry
You′re the place you're supposed to be
You ain't comin′ close to me
It ain′t that you underrated
It's more that you′re under dated
And mediocre at best is all the hoes you've ever dated
For all your guest appearances
You couldn′t get the clearances
For them it's just a check they don′t respect you as a lyricist
Look at what your lyrics is: Murder, Death, Kill
But you never shot nothing - never have, never will
Better add on to your skills before you join this round robin
Of super emcees that'll add to your problems
In the beginning, God created man in his own image
I'm ′bout to tell you how the story gon′ finish
Kweli handle his business, niggas don't forget it
Cause a wise-man can choose to get ignorant with it
Na′mean? You all can get it, I'm considered the nicest
The way I spit it give these niggas all identity crisis
All day talkin′ that shit like, "You hold a gat, right?"
The trip you on must be short cause you pack light - act right
You got it twisted, telling niggas that you pack heat
You ain't gunning now, you running like an athlete
You ballas need to quit rhymin′ like Allen Ive
Start speaking Nuwaubian and following Malachi
Or anything but rhyme, you need to sell drugs for real
Instead of on the radio, you'd be dead or in jail
All these thug niggas wanna rap
And all these rap niggas wanna thug
And all y'all fucking the game up
It′s time to change up, my lyrics rip ya frame up
Askin′ if I'm nice like fucking with a chick
That don′t give head - that's a no-brainer
Niggas back bangers you don′t even know the names of
Imma bout to meet my quota, you about to meet your savior
You wack nigga, you about to get shot
Fuck with Talib Kweli, that's how you get got, boy
Not that I′m wildin' or even promote violence
It's just you fuckin′ up my high
Can a nigga smoke in silence? You
(Wack nigga) Wake up in the morning dawg, and you a
(Wack nigga) I′d kill myself if I was that
(Wack nigga) Everything you wear and rock, it's just
(Wack nigga) Even if you flossin′ rocks, you still
(Wack nigga) You can't do it dawg, you′s a
(Wack nigga) Bitin' ass, bitch ass, trick ass
(Wack nigga) Even your daughter said "my daddy′s a - "
(Wack nigga - you wack nigga)
Yeah lil girl you right, your daddy is wack
Matter fact - FUCK YO PUNK ASS DADDY BITCH
AND YOUR STINK CUT MOMMA
Y'all a motherfuckin' family of lame ass niggas
The fuck is y′all doing over there?
Look what the fuck - if i was your mother
If I was a kid and yo′ motherfuckin' daddy was my motherfuckin′ daddy
I'd tell my daddy
Motherfucker, you take me to k-mart one more time to go school shopping
Imma put my size five foot up your ass, daddy
ONE!!
Why this nigga... why we dedicated this song to this kind of nigga
Cause number one, Duke is driving in the motherfuckin′ projects
With a - with a Sebring, and with the - with the rag off
Y'na′mean? Y-you not ballin' like that play-boy
Straight up
Then the bitch you got playing shotgun
Like nigga I used to serve that bitch, c'mon
Really really good, I mean and you gotta shirt and tie
You wack ass nigga
Wack niggas
I don′t even like to be around ′em
Give 'em dap or pound ′em
See 'em out, they houndin′, dawg
Sayin' they got tracks for me to get down on
Sayin′ they hot when that shit don't even sound warm
Nigga I'm nasty, my style is sound porn
The graphic, exposing wack asses
I emcee as free as Ol′ Dirty Bastard
You think you Catholic tryna appeal to the masses
The Cassius Clay of rap today
Rock a beard like Castaway
You couldn′t be dope for even half a day
We keep it hot like its after May
Smoke a nigga then I pass the K
The pastor say we goin' to mass today
We have to pray, these niggas is wack ′n' eh
I have to say, since Pac passed away
Most these niggas don′t even deserve a track from me
First of all, let's get rid of them Louis Vuitton boots
And get yo tall ass out that C Class coupe
Y′see the whiskay had them girls feelin' friskay
You was with me, she said "Who's the sissay?"
And even if they did wanna get bizzay
Freaky like Missay and roll the weed up
You would roll three blunts and fuck up three blunts
Motherfucker you would fuck up a free lunch, dawg
Just keep it right thurr like Chingay
Your girl don′t like me? How long has she been gay?
Spanish girls tell you "no hable ingles"
And everybody wanna run to me for they single
It′s funny how these wack niggas need my help
Wasn't around when I couldn′t feed myself
Dawg, if I was you I wouldn't feel myself
Dawg, if I was you I′d kill myself
(Wack nigga) Wake up in the morning dawg, and you a
(Wack nigga) I'd kill myself if I was that
(Wack nigga) Everything you wear and rock, it′s just
(Wack nigga) Even if you flossin' rocks, you still
(Wack nigga) You can't do it dawg, you′s a
(Wack nigga) Bitin′ ass, bitch ass, trick ass
(Wack nigga) Even your daughter said "my daddy's a - "
(Wack nigga - you wack nigga)
You know you wack when your dawgs tell you
That′s how that they know ya flow is weak
Cause you only got them there to 'Say Yes′ like Floetry
The clique that I oversee ain't impressed by ya poetry
You′re the place you're supposed to be
You ain't comin′ close to me
It ain′t that you underrated
It's more that you′re under dated
And mediocre at best is all the hoes you've ever dated
For all your guest appearances
You couldn′t get the clearances
For them it's just a check they don′t respect you as a lyricist
Look at what your lyrics is: Murder, Death, Kill
But you never shot nothing - never have, never will
Better add on to your skills before you join this round robin
Of super emcees that'll add to your problems
In the beginning, God created man in his own image
I'm ′bout to tell you how the story gon′ finish
Kweli handle his business, niggas don't forget it
Cause a wise-man can choose to get ignorant with it
Na′mean? You all can get it, I'm considered the nicest
The way I spit it give these niggas all identity crisis
All day talkin′ that shit like, "You hold a gat, right?"
The trip you on must be short cause you pack light - act right
You got it twisted, telling niggas that you pack heat
You ain't gunning now, you running like an athlete
You ballas need to quit rhymin′ like Allen Ive
Start speaking Nuwaubian and following Malachi
Or anything but rhyme, you need to sell drugs for real
Instead of on the radio, you'd be dead or in jail
All these thug niggas wanna rap
And all these rap niggas wanna thug
And all y'all fucking the game up
It′s time to change up, my lyrics rip ya frame up
Askin′ if I'm nice like fucking with a chick
That don′t give head - that's a no-brainer
Niggas back bangers you don′t even know the names of
Imma bout to meet my quota, you about to meet your savior
You wack nigga, you about to get shot
Fuck with Talib Kweli, that's how you get got, boy
Not that I′m wildin' or even promote violence
It's just you fuckin′ up my high
Can a nigga smoke in silence? You
(Wack nigga) Wake up in the morning dawg, and you a
(Wack nigga) I′d kill myself if I was that
(Wack nigga) Everything you wear and rock, it's just
(Wack nigga) Even if you flossin′ rocks, you still
(Wack nigga) You can't do it dawg, you′s a
(Wack nigga) Bitin' ass, bitch ass, trick ass
(Wack nigga) Even your daughter said "my daddy′s a - "
(Wack nigga - you wack nigga)
Yeah lil girl you right, your daddy is wack
Matter fact - FUCK YO PUNK ASS DADDY BITCH
AND YOUR STINK CUT MOMMA
Y'all a motherfuckin' family of lame ass niggas
The fuck is y′all doing over there?
Look what the fuck - if i was your mother
If I was a kid and yo′ motherfuckin' daddy was my motherfuckin′ daddy
I'd tell my daddy
Motherfucker, you take me to k-mart one more time to go school shopping
Imma put my size five foot up your ass, daddy
ONE!!
Writer(s): Dexter Mills Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
