We so Good Songtext
von The Mixtapers
We so Good Songtext
It′s the boy FR and A, I have come so far
Like a guru in impression, I wasn't a gangstar
But I′m affiliated to niggas that's dropping that dope shit
Check the prognosis, you might wanna quote this
So thorough like grandmas with belt straps
Beat you while praying and they won't disturb their church hats
That′s word to the tabernacle, can I get a witness?
I come up with bars and spit ′em out just like I got a sickness
You ask me I'm the sickest, I come up with it so quick
It might not help your flow but believe me it make you sick
Media′s just the shit and all the haters be mad
And I understand sometimes a kid get mad at they dad
And I'm the father MC, with all the intrigue
The commissioner, you gibbers get suspended from the league
Agreed? And I know you thought you was the latest
But I′m just trying to simply be the greatest, shalom
Yup, this is how we do it, we bringing it all back
The music is so dope like we sprinkled it with crack
And you can picture that and frame it above your door
I know you had some but we gon' give you more
′Cause we good with it, we so good with it
You can bounce from the 'burbs to the hood with it
I said we good with it, we so good with it
And that's just how things supposed to be, yo let′s go
Actually what can I say? I got nothing to say
My mind′s up in the space looking for metaphors
While I rhyme something to space and find nothing but space
Get it? Fuck it, erase
But it's permanent so I won′t fuck any race
With an ugliness hate
But whatever, I'm a perfectionist, you trying to be clever
News letter, who wanna challenge me and see who′s better?
Whoever is up against me, pray for bad weather
You never bite the hand that fed your mouth that cheddar
You better close your trap before you lose that cheddar
And me up and lose that watch and lose that sweater
I man up and stand up for my manhood
Speak up, open lid, canned goods
Chefing up that soul food, Sam Cooke
Like Diddy said, keep your head in them damn books
And watch out for the ambush, oh, oh
This is how we do it, we bringing it all back
The music is so dope like we sprinkled it with crack
And you can picture that and frame it above your door
I know you had some but we gon' give you more
′Cause we good with it, we so good with it
You can bounce from the 'burbs to the hood with it
I said we good with it, we so good with it
And that's just how things supposed to be, yo let′s go
Like a guru in impression, I wasn't a gangstar
But I′m affiliated to niggas that's dropping that dope shit
Check the prognosis, you might wanna quote this
So thorough like grandmas with belt straps
Beat you while praying and they won't disturb their church hats
That′s word to the tabernacle, can I get a witness?
I come up with bars and spit ′em out just like I got a sickness
You ask me I'm the sickest, I come up with it so quick
It might not help your flow but believe me it make you sick
Media′s just the shit and all the haters be mad
And I understand sometimes a kid get mad at they dad
And I'm the father MC, with all the intrigue
The commissioner, you gibbers get suspended from the league
Agreed? And I know you thought you was the latest
But I′m just trying to simply be the greatest, shalom
Yup, this is how we do it, we bringing it all back
The music is so dope like we sprinkled it with crack
And you can picture that and frame it above your door
I know you had some but we gon' give you more
′Cause we good with it, we so good with it
You can bounce from the 'burbs to the hood with it
I said we good with it, we so good with it
And that's just how things supposed to be, yo let′s go
Actually what can I say? I got nothing to say
My mind′s up in the space looking for metaphors
While I rhyme something to space and find nothing but space
Get it? Fuck it, erase
But it's permanent so I won′t fuck any race
With an ugliness hate
But whatever, I'm a perfectionist, you trying to be clever
News letter, who wanna challenge me and see who′s better?
Whoever is up against me, pray for bad weather
You never bite the hand that fed your mouth that cheddar
You better close your trap before you lose that cheddar
And me up and lose that watch and lose that sweater
I man up and stand up for my manhood
Speak up, open lid, canned goods
Chefing up that soul food, Sam Cooke
Like Diddy said, keep your head in them damn books
And watch out for the ambush, oh, oh
This is how we do it, we bringing it all back
The music is so dope like we sprinkled it with crack
And you can picture that and frame it above your door
I know you had some but we gon' give you more
′Cause we good with it, we so good with it
You can bounce from the 'burbs to the hood with it
I said we good with it, we so good with it
And that's just how things supposed to be, yo let′s go
Writer(s): Michele Manzo, Martino Bisson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
