Rapper Big Pooh - RapperPooh-A-Lude Lyrics
feat. Ab-Soul, Kendrick Lamar[Rapper Big Pooh]Fair warning, people would have never had a problemif the naysayers or the doubters would have got himSlumped if the corner, for sure I'm a gonerShoot with no aim, so them niggas couldn't spot himNow I got a question, if I really even want itwhen this shit is like a trip through the city of SodomGomorrah, the horror, stories are endlessWorkshop, working all night, no apprenticeFunny when a nigga speak truth he a menaceUshered in the underground, lifelong sentenceThere's where I dwell, ain't no need to cry for meRapper gonna eat, and I eat wellIt's been six years since I stepped out the shellTalent on the rise to the top, I propelBig Dho set sail, your boy gon' winBet niggas act crazy when they see us againI'm really going in, I've been had nothing to loseSo I choose to take y'all through a spinA journey through the mind of a sane ass artistIf you spitting blah-blah shit, you a targetIf you spitting blah-blah shit, then just forfeitWhat go around come around, now they all on my dick[Kendrick Lamar]Kendrick Lamar, I'm bout to get my mop stickNiggas bump their gums, and their *****es be bumping my shitI fry your optics, if you watching my style, watch itTyrannosaurus reading a thesaurus, hold rappers hostageCatastrophic, it's 9-11 when I'm reppingSkip college to fly first class, learn a lessonStraight brutal, roman numeralsNumber one eating Ramen noodles, rhyming crucial under the sunKudos to the most high, which is meI probably make 'em plan their suicide, so usuallyI ain't never been with the shit starting, but y'all done started some shitI'm bout to drink some ex-lax then commenceto returning the favor to all of my neighbors and comradesCalm down, you more like Trina than Trinidad at spots nowThrow your dubs up***** probably holding Daisy Dukes and C-cupsI look inside this industry and I don't see muchI just see lunch, and your shit that's more bore like touristsI'm laid back, got feet up, how cool is that?The twenty-ten Kool G. Rap, whenever I rapI got my arsenal stuck on my back, I'm ready for warThey tend to look for me when they fiend for Afeni ShakurConversing, not hibernating, under the planet coreAt thirteen I cancelled PG-13 and went for goreThat's what I pledgeIt's profound that I'm underground touching 'mainstreams' like river beds[Ab-Soul]Yeah, (Ab-Soul) they saying he a breath of fresh air (light?)They can't smell all this weed that I brought in hereBlack & Mild smoke still linger on my clothesSo unprofessional, I shouldn't be meeting with millionairesPull up a chair, I'll school you to itI was a student truant that never studied, just always knew itYou just new to it, with no clue on how you should do itlike youth in junior high school when puberty's loomingAnd mind you, I never mined you, I ain't digging for goldHonestly, I just want to stick my dick in some hoesKick a flow, hit the 'dro with my brosTippy-toe in this rap game, make a lil' namewith this lil' lane I've been paving since I was a teenthat I never really thought that I would attainWhen Big Pooh dropped 'Sleepers' I could barely get a featureThey ain't know this regular nigga would be the futureI've viewed the roof from the floor, I've been here beforeI'm finna blow a couple of times over like two tubasAnd I'ma still want more with this appetitetill the critics stop giving me mixed signals like traffic lightsYou know? The lavish life, but for now I'm the new KuntaSlave to my rhyme book, a line of mine, your time's upThe bastard kissing your ***** with the blackened suit coolersShe'll testify, excuse Judas when I'm crucified
