Blu & Nottz - Boyz II Men Lyrics
Yeah, big boy, and don’t forget, broOnly thing you could be is down when you hit brickI’m just a bridge boy tryna get rich, boy…with the switch, boy, two chains to test, boyThey make us …blue Pharrell like clips, boyMike Jack off the war like quit, boyYou think I’m just showing my ass, you thinking crinch, boyUsed to care bricks, claim a killer but they glad don’t fit, boyYou ain’t holding no weight, no real bricks, boyNiky’s pic wishing at the well with the fish, boy***** is this boy thinking, he ain’t this boyWe ain’t shit, boy, take a shit, make a wish and find a grave to digWe bring it, boy, take it, get off the check, boyAnd cough it up ‘cause you ain’t shit, boyYou sit, boy, since, boy, drink a fifth, take a piss and take the daySit and put her on your chest, boy, it’s the menu, boyThese lil’ niggas plugging, gotta quit the frontingWe behind the ears, baby boy, you just an youngin’Rookie, you ain’t rough enough for bucking nothingYou ain’t thuggin’, no, you ain’t thuggin’I bet you tight, you wanna fight, boyIt’s passed your bedtime tonight, boyThis shit don’t happen overnight, boyJust calm down, you’ll be alright, boyWe riding backside like wax, son, just wax offYou whack …You don’t know what they got until it’s Janet JacksonGo back, son, like that, son’88 you was based off crack, sonMe, I was putting bass on a track, sonI had a rack, slap you in the face when it’s right, sonAnswer, didn’t sound like a black sonGetting things so that ink would flow on out, sonSo happy that the Levi’s out the crack, sonMake you clap, son, ‘fore make you trap somethingDon’t cry, son, there’s no pride, sonYou getting some like yeah, whipping that assFor that last report card you had you barely passed, sonPassing the mask, we getting cash, sonThese lil’ niggas plugging, gotta quit the frontingWe behind the ears, baby boy, you just an youngin’Rookie, you ain’t rough enough for bucking nothingYou ain’t thuggin’, no, you ain’t thuggin’I bet you tight, you wanna fight, boyIt’s passed your bedtime tonight, boyThis shit don’t happen overnight, boyJust calm down, you’ll be alright, boySo what you talking, you was a rough kidYou manage rough, kid, you Ricky RossOff kids’ heads coming off the topKid, we coming of the block with the Glocks, kidThey gonna pop so they don’t get popped, kidPop shit and turn it to a mystery, pop quizPop Gs now it is what it is, Tom Hanks, Chris Wallace, big kidI’m like the Juice Crew, I know the best kid, rocking before the …Peabody at the party, I piss kids off when I spit, yeah, talk to the big kidKid’s lost when they riding with the chops, round in the ground, they got found in the parkTossed in the ditch for walking with the 5thHe’s … gotta live, kid, it’s back to this, kid, you gotta quit, kidBoyz II Men, kidThese lil’ niggas plugging, gotta quit the frontingWe behind the ears, baby boy, you just an youngin’Rookie, you ain’t rough enough for bucking nothingYou ain’t thuggin’, no, you ain’t thuggin’I bet you tight, you wanna fight, boyIt’s passed your bedtime tonight, boyThis shit don’t happen overnight, boyJust calm down, you’ll be alright, boy
