B.o.B - Down for Y'all lyrics
[B.o.B - Down for Y'all lyrics]
This is BoB coming live from the underground
All the ghettos across America
And this is my report
You know I'm down
Know there ain't no other way
(I hold ya down)
You know I'm down for you (You know I'm down)
I said there ain't no other way
(I hold ya down)
I hold it down for you (You know I'm down)
I said I'm down for ya (I hold ya down)
You know I'm down for you (You know I'm down)
I hold it down for ya (I hold ya down)
You know I'm down for you (You know I'm down)
That's right, that's right
Yea, yea man I'm down for y'all
Can't really say that I'm
Down for the streets
'Cause the streets up underneath your feet
The streets on ya mind and
That's all ya think about
Look into the eyes of the kids in the hood
Daddy ain't around so they feel no good
So they go to school and
They say "Fuck a book"
Lil' girls skippin' and they
Fuckin' in the woods
And I ain't just talkin' about blacks
I'm talking about anybody who smokes blacks
Anybody who buys pokes by the pack
And fo' that trap, who knows it's a trap
But they still gotta 'cause
They can't get work
Tryin' to feed kids on a burger king shirt
Get no help but they still pay taxes
Sleepin' on a dirty ass mattress
Wait a minute, this shit backwards
Now everybody gettin' mad at us
All 'cause the south be snappin' and
Well fuck you nigga, what's happenin?
This is just how we adapt to this
Environment, and that's why I'm rappin'
All the ghettos across America
And this is my report
You know I'm down
Know there ain't no other way
(I hold ya down)
You know I'm down for you (You know I'm down)
I said there ain't no other way
(I hold ya down)
I hold it down for you (You know I'm down)
I said I'm down for ya (I hold ya down)
You know I'm down for you (You know I'm down)
I hold it down for ya (I hold ya down)
You know I'm down for you (You know I'm down)
That's right, that's right
Yea, yea man I'm down for y'all
Can't really say that I'm
Down for the streets
'Cause the streets up underneath your feet
The streets on ya mind and
That's all ya think about
Look into the eyes of the kids in the hood
Daddy ain't around so they feel no good
So they go to school and
They say "Fuck a book"
Lil' girls skippin' and they
Fuckin' in the woods
And I ain't just talkin' about blacks
I'm talking about anybody who smokes blacks
Anybody who buys pokes by the pack
And fo' that trap, who knows it's a trap
But they still gotta 'cause
They can't get work
Tryin' to feed kids on a burger king shirt
Get no help but they still pay taxes
Sleepin' on a dirty ass mattress
Wait a minute, this shit backwards
Now everybody gettin' mad at us
All 'cause the south be snappin' and
Well fuck you nigga, what's happenin?
This is just how we adapt to this
Environment, and that's why I'm rappin'