Mos Def - Got Lyrics
Some cats really like to, you know...Profile and front.And then the jooks go down, all at once they like...Dont get madDont get madDont g-g-g-g-g-get mad (repeat 3x)Youre out on the block hustling at the spot...Got, this is how you get got...At the gamblin spot and your hand is mad hot...Got, this is how you get got...Out in brooklyn late night flashing all of your rocks...Got, this is how you get got...Some girl from pink house said I like you alot...Got, this is how you get got...This one goes to all them big will catsWith ice on they limbs and big rims on they acYou goin around town with your system bumpAnd your windows cracked low to profile and frontNow I like to have nice things just like youBut Im from brooklyn, certain shit you just dont doLike, high postin when you far from homeOr like, high postin when you all aloneNow, this would seem to be clear common senseBut, cats be livin off, sheer confidenceLike ***** that, picture them tellin me run thatBut acting invincible, just aint sensibleIts nineteen ninety-now, and theres certain individualsSwear they rollin hard and get robbed on principle5 star general, flashin on your revenueYou takin a ride on the downstate medical, like (whooooooo)Colorful sparks, yellow and blueA fool on attack and its happening to youWit nothing you can do but bust back and cop a pleaBut five of them and one of you, that equals got to me...Dont get madDont get madDont g-g-g-g-g-get mad (repeat 3x)Come on yall now, lets be realSome jokers got a rough time keepin it concealedI wonder what it mean, its probably self-esteemThey fiending to be seen, get hymned like aberdeenCats think it cant happen until the gats start clappinThey comin down the wire spittin fire like a dragoncause while the goods glisten, certain eyes take positionTo observe your trick, and then catch that ass slippinLike, come on now ock, what you expect?Got a months paycheck danglin off your neckAnd while you cristal sippin, they rubbin up they mittensWith heat in mint condition to start the getti-gettinThey clique starts creepin like sandinistin guerrillasYou screamin playa haters, these niggas is playa killersMr. fash-ion, that style never last longThe harder you flash, the harder you get flashed onTheres hunger in the street that is hard to defeatMany steal for sport, but more steal to eatCats heavy at the weigh-in, and hes playin for keepsDont sleep, theyll roll up in your passengers seatThere is universal law, whether rich or poorSome say lifes a game, to more, life is warSo put them egos to the side and get off them head-tripsfore some cats pull out them heaters and make you head-less...Dont get madDont get madDont g-g-g-g-g-get mad (repeat 3x)
