Ces Cru - Blindfold Lyrics
(Hook)Forget the BS, you wanna be Ces?You better OD until you DOAIn a minute we gone, it couldn't be that we onThe next shit that we own and we don't playBlindfold 'em and (line 'em up in a row)Blindfold 'em and (line 'em up in a row)Blindfold 'em and (line 'em up in a row)(Verse)I'm bored out of my f***in' mind with these fat asses and fast food (yeah)Fake beefs and rap crews (yeah), snap-backs and tattoos (come on!)Every new fad is just bad news, like I need that, I watch CNNStressed up from the chest up, it's a good thing that we knee-deep inWe in the real world, shit's real dawg (yeah)I don't care what you don't feel dawgPeople counting on me like chips stacksAnd a matter o' fact I got bills dawgDoin' BI, hella B I G with the bosses, up at the officeNo leverage, I gotta eat so, I'ma take whatever he offersIt better be legit, and you can eat a dickI been working shifts up at the Pita PitGot a contract, couldn't respond backLost contact, couldn't read the shitMay never know what might have beenThen again, considering I'm on the grindSomebody hold 'em, blindfold 'em, one last smoke set 'em up in a line(Hook x2)Forget the BS, you wanna be Ces?You better OD until you DOAIn a minute we gone, it couldn't be that we onThe next shit that we own and we don't playBlindfold 'em and (line 'em up in a row)Blindfold 'em and (line 'em up in a row)Blindfold 'em and (line 'em up in a row)(Verse 2)Line 'em all up on the wall and then aim at itWay that we came at the game like a pain addictThe way we came at, like it ain't matterBrain scatter your grey matter like hay batterSwing batta batta swing, he can't hit he can't hitThey want my spot on the label but they can't have itYou sick of seein' my face, pasted up in the placeShit I don't know what to say ***** you can blame TravisSnake and bat we chain react you think it's, easy huh, wanna be the one?Go easy bro you think its easy come?But they don't see me go, what have we become?When I'm on the road, I don't see my sonTwo months at a time on the eat-and-runPut the check on the rent and then eat the crumbsPull the change out the couch and the pizza comeI'm wide awake, y'all taking napsTryna join our rank I ain't taking appsI don't see these funds, I'mma speak in tonguePayback's a ***** and she don't pay in cashWe never quit when they tell us no because theLove and respect's what I felt the most, so IExercise my self-control, but which one of y'all helped me tho?Blindfold 'em!(Hook)You with the BS, you wanna be ?You dropping demo discs, I'm hittin' ejectI'm gonna tell you the bottom line is a typical topicAnd I'm a pinnacle prophet of time, the bestWatch me closer now, line 'em up in a rowBlindfold the crowd, line 'em up in a rowRhyme hold 'em down, line 'em up in a rowI warn you now clown, here we go(Verse 3)If you gotta get a weapon and get to steppingI'm wrecking every second that I'm checkin' the freaking recordIt's ? and I been kicking it incessantlyGen and Tech my twenty second and beckon for the deepest of women get emIf you gotta get a crew, get a Ces oneYou'll make a muthaf***in' move for the next oneChecks come homie when the best drum flex huhBetter be gettin' ready for the moment that the flesh bumpsI been talkin' to myself bout the honors on the shelfGet ya head spunYou need a place to pray, hope for better god to hateShit I probably can erect oneI been rocking with the Ces since the prophets at the backGot a leg up on the neck sonEvery time the brother speak, you just know it's gettin' deepWhen you wake up with the dead ones(Hook x2)Forget the BS, you wanna be Ces?You better OD until you DOAIn a minute we gone, it couldn't be that we onThe next shit that we own and we don't playBlindfold 'em and (line 'em up in a row)Blindfold 'em and (line 'em up in a row)Blindfold 'em and (line 'em up in a row)(Verse 4)Ring around the Middi, we hit that wallWe the shit and coming to hit that stallEnemies entering in the ring back off (off)We pop up whenever we get that call (call?)Ain't nobody gonna body me, no man (man)I'm taking the bull by the horn with both handsSo, breaking the rules, I'mma go with no plansOf reconciliation, I look and put ya face inTrace it back to the basement, where it came fromLick another shot with the ray gun (ray gun)I'm true to the shit, y'all new to the scriptWonder why I lick a shot with the same tongueShit's beyond easy, so be gone ya peonIf we on, then roll up ?Blindfold em so when they don't see meThey point a finger as if I'ma hate on WeezyPlease believe me or leave me to beLock em and load 'em, pop to B streetIt's all fly in the vanilla sky420 motherf***er, wanna rock to this beat?It stops officially, the bucks I meanGet 'em up I meanElevated on a hater, bringing up the sceneReady to unload it on ya muthaf***in' team
