歌曲 | My Beliefs |
歌手 | Da Brat |
专辑 | Anuthatantrum |
作词 : Da Brat, Dupri, Prince | |
That I shouldn't smoke weed and shit, huh | |
That I should cuss and shit, huh | |
That I shouldn't do the shit I wanna do | |
You know what I'm sayin'? | |
But I don't give a fuck about what these niggas think | |
That's they beliefs, here go mine | |
I gets embedded in your cerebellum, deeper than the ocean | |
Focusin' on fuckin' a nigga up, who got jokes? | |
Provoke me, my vision of lust is money, trust is funny | |
Too many sheisty motherfuckers comin' for me | |
One in the chamber, ready for repetition if possible | |
Hate to mention this, poppin' that nigga, bitch | |
It be the intellectual, get sexual in a second heffer | |
You could never be no competition to me | |
You bit the poison apple, tryin' adapt to this shit | |
Show you how it happened | |
While we laughin', diggin' your ditch | |
And you can get your boys | |
I got Disciples and ViceLords | |
Planted through every city ready, declare war | |
If you feel I stepped on your toes | |
It was intentionally | |
Cause it was meant to be the shit since I found JD | |
My lyrical thesis broke in pieces | |
For you pussies who can't feed off it | |
Everything'll be fine, just hit the weed often | |
Chorus: repeat 2X | |
I believe good things come to those that grind | |
Never take a step back, leave the past behind | |
Keep your mind on some money and don't ever stop tryin' | |
And everything'll be fine, everything'll be fine | |
It's time to let your lighter spark | |
Crank up the weed session | |
With one of the best in the Midwestern section | |
Flexin' with no shame | |
Cause a mi solo female MC's be back in the game | |
Sun up to sun down I puff leaves | |
Filled with imported trees from the West Indies | |
Chi-town's finest in more ways than one | |
Me follow in the path of another, days is done | |
See I got mic checkin' down to a science | |
Meanin' I perfected the ways | |
To shit on you and your alliance | |
I write the type of shit that'll hypnotize ya | |
Fuck around and kill your whole click like Kaiser | |
In the streets of Prazza, the Westside of niggas | |
Ain't expects, smellin' like cannibus | |
Can't nothin' handle this | |
They wanna dismantle this but it will never go down | |
Shit, cause my beliefs is I'm the baddest around, bitch | |
Chorus | |
Now it's the shit, you wanna contest me | |
Never will you be the opponent left | |
Leave'em swept off they feet | |
So So Def got that chief shit, keep it brief | |
Under the covers ain't another bitch bad as me | |
So I must keep comin' | |
Keep on runnin' but you can't escape me | |
I'm in your brain | |
Remember the bitch you love to hate | |
She on the paper chase | |
In any case, but not any rate | |
Keep the currency's increase, shit ain't cheap | |
And my belief is to get the money, nigga | |
So what's the beef to this? | |
Enough cheese for Brat, never endin' G's | |
Hundred thousand dollar bills by the stack | |
The weak supportin' my habits | |
Enough karats for the whole salad | |
Smokin' cabbage every five minutes | |
Beginnin' my days rollin' swishes | |
I never listen to penny pinchin' | |
Pussy eatin' punks advice | |
To catch'em slippin' is my theory | |
Be weary what I bust, make niggas weak | |
And pack a bleeder, top notch in my speeches | |
Chorus |
zuò cí : Da Brat, Dupri, Prince | |
That I shouldn' t smoke weed and shit, huh | |
That I should cuss and shit, huh | |
That I shouldn' t do the shit I wanna do | |
You know what I' m sayin'? | |
But I don' t give a fuck about what these niggas think | |
That' s they beliefs, here go mine | |
I gets embedded in your cerebellum, deeper than the ocean | |
Focusin' on fuckin' a nigga up, who got jokes? | |
Provoke me, my vision of lust is money, trust is funny | |
Too many sheisty motherfuckers comin' for me | |
One in the chamber, ready for repetition if possible | |
Hate to mention this, poppin' that nigga, bitch | |
It be the intellectual, get sexual in a second heffer | |
You could never be no competition to me | |
You bit the poison apple, tryin' adapt to this shit | |
Show you how it happened | |
While we laughin', diggin' your ditch | |
And you can get your boys | |
I got Disciples and ViceLords | |
Planted through every city ready, declare war | |
If you feel I stepped on your toes | |
It was intentionally | |
Cause it was meant to be the shit since I found JD | |
My lyrical thesis broke in pieces | |
For you pussies who can' t feed off it | |
Everything' ll be fine, just hit the weed often | |
Chorus: repeat 2X | |
I believe good things come to those that grind | |
Never take a step back, leave the past behind | |
Keep your mind on some money and don' t ever stop tryin' | |
And everything' ll be fine, everything' ll be fine | |
It' s time to let your lighter spark | |
Crank up the weed session | |
With one of the best in the Midwestern section | |
Flexin' with no shame | |
Cause a mi solo female MC' s be back in the game | |
Sun up to sun down I puff leaves | |
Filled with imported trees from the West Indies | |
Chitown' s finest in more ways than one | |
Me follow in the path of another, days is done | |
See I got mic checkin' down to a science | |
Meanin' I perfected the ways | |
To shit on you and your alliance | |
I write the type of shit that' ll hypnotize ya | |
Fuck around and kill your whole click like Kaiser | |
In the streets of Prazza, the Westside of niggas | |
Ain' t expects, smellin' like cannibus | |
Can' t nothin' handle this | |
They wanna dismantle this but it will never go down | |
Shit, cause my beliefs is I' m the baddest around, bitch | |
Chorus | |
Now it' s the shit, you wanna contest me | |
Never will you be the opponent left | |
Leave' em swept off they feet | |
So So Def got that chief shit, keep it brief | |
Under the covers ain' t another bitch bad as me | |
So I must keep comin' | |
Keep on runnin' but you can' t escape me | |
I' m in your brain | |
Remember the bitch you love to hate | |
She on the paper chase | |
In any case, but not any rate | |
Keep the currency' s increase, shit ain' t cheap | |
And my belief is to get the money, nigga | |
So what' s the beef to this? | |
Enough cheese for Brat, never endin' G' s | |
Hundred thousand dollar bills by the stack | |
The weak supportin' my habits | |
Enough karats for the whole salad | |
Smokin' cabbage every five minutes | |
Beginnin' my days rollin' swishes | |
I never listen to penny pinchin' | |
Pussy eatin' punks advice | |
To catch' em slippin' is my theory | |
Be weary what I bust, make niggas weak | |
And pack a bleeder, top notch in my speeches | |
Chorus |