Bambu - Next Time lyrics
[Bambu - Next Time lyrics]
The next time that I see you
I'm gonna blow your mind gun shot
It was the junior year of high
School when I first seen Quam
He was picking on a freshman
On the school front lawn
But see Quam didn't go to
High school over here
His dumb ass flunked out
Before sophomore year
So by my calculation it's like ummm, '95
He was freshman in my very
First year of junior high
So he's like 20, nah
Come to think about it he's like 22
Picking on a civilian feeling
Raw with his crew
So I just cut in, like what then
Come tangle with me
He couldn't lose face in front of
Other dudes from his street
But, I'm a hot head idiot
With hands like a beast
So I just stomped the clown out and
Took like three of his teeth
So naturally like we raised to do in LA hoods
He came back the next day
With a rusty trey deuce i'm like, "Fool
Put the gun away" but blaow it went off
Hit my homeboy Dustin and put a
Bullet right in his heart he skipped town
Last I heard Quam got 13 years
But, I be waiting when he get
Out in like four more years and I say
The next time that I see you gun shot
I met Jilly on a late night
Food run out in New York
Simultaneously grab the same bottle
Of hot sauce
We talked after, laughing, what a cute accent
He happened to have an older brother
Who lived out in Compton
So I got home and we continued to swing
We would Jet Blue bi-weekly or
So it would seem
I'd see her brother on the balcony
Smoking a blunt
I'd wave he'd brush me off like
I'm just Johnny Go Punk fuck it
I'm sure hate the fact I'm
With his baby sister
And his daughter's babysitter
Swear to God that I've been with her
But whatever he don't have to like it
I don't give a shiggy
He can be peace or up and
Come say something to me but instead
This dickhead did something far worse
He start trying to dish dirt and
When that shit ain't work
He start freestyling and lying
Fabricating my past
Needless to say "Hi!"s little sister start
To eat up that trash
Then his punk ass pack bags
And move to New York
He would pick up all my calls
And say "She don't wanna talk"
Up and down I swear to God
When me and him cross paths
I'm gonna stick my whole left
Leg right up his ass
I had a 9 to 5, work behind this cornball cat
He used to write these sorry raps
Like PM Dawn just came back
But that's beside the fact
You see my ex-girlfriend
Basically, wellyou knowha, she fucked him
And I heard it like on
Ghostface Ironman track 2
But whatever I'm so much
Better without that fool
And I reached out like, "Sucker
Call me up be a man"
But my ex-girlfriend jumped in cause
He's scared of Bam' hot damn
No respect like he ain't know who I was
He must've heard about that one bouncer
I punch at the dub
See that's the thing with me
As long as you can stand up and speak
Don't be worried about the knuckles
Just come holler at me i'm all peace
But the second you go coward on me
Motherfucker you another brother
Missing some teeth and I
I'm gonna blow your mind gun shot
It was the junior year of high
School when I first seen Quam
He was picking on a freshman
On the school front lawn
But see Quam didn't go to
High school over here
His dumb ass flunked out
Before sophomore year
So by my calculation it's like ummm, '95
He was freshman in my very
First year of junior high
So he's like 20, nah
Come to think about it he's like 22
Picking on a civilian feeling
Raw with his crew
So I just cut in, like what then
Come tangle with me
He couldn't lose face in front of
Other dudes from his street
But, I'm a hot head idiot
With hands like a beast
So I just stomped the clown out and
Took like three of his teeth
So naturally like we raised to do in LA hoods
He came back the next day
With a rusty trey deuce i'm like, "Fool
Put the gun away" but blaow it went off
Hit my homeboy Dustin and put a
Bullet right in his heart he skipped town
Last I heard Quam got 13 years
But, I be waiting when he get
Out in like four more years and I say
The next time that I see you gun shot
I met Jilly on a late night
Food run out in New York
Simultaneously grab the same bottle
Of hot sauce
We talked after, laughing, what a cute accent
He happened to have an older brother
Who lived out in Compton
So I got home and we continued to swing
We would Jet Blue bi-weekly or
So it would seem
I'd see her brother on the balcony
Smoking a blunt
I'd wave he'd brush me off like
I'm just Johnny Go Punk fuck it
I'm sure hate the fact I'm
With his baby sister
And his daughter's babysitter
Swear to God that I've been with her
But whatever he don't have to like it
I don't give a shiggy
He can be peace or up and
Come say something to me but instead
This dickhead did something far worse
He start trying to dish dirt and
When that shit ain't work
He start freestyling and lying
Fabricating my past
Needless to say "Hi!"s little sister start
To eat up that trash
Then his punk ass pack bags
And move to New York
He would pick up all my calls
And say "She don't wanna talk"
Up and down I swear to God
When me and him cross paths
I'm gonna stick my whole left
Leg right up his ass
I had a 9 to 5, work behind this cornball cat
He used to write these sorry raps
Like PM Dawn just came back
But that's beside the fact
You see my ex-girlfriend
Basically, wellyou knowha, she fucked him
And I heard it like on
Ghostface Ironman track 2
But whatever I'm so much
Better without that fool
And I reached out like, "Sucker
Call me up be a man"
But my ex-girlfriend jumped in cause
He's scared of Bam' hot damn
No respect like he ain't know who I was
He must've heard about that one bouncer
I punch at the dub
See that's the thing with me
As long as you can stand up and speak
Don't be worried about the knuckles
Just come holler at me i'm all peace
But the second you go coward on me
Motherfucker you another brother
Missing some teeth and I