Boosie Badazz, Pimp C - Wake Up lyrics

Say thug, I know that you gotta
Do what you gotta do, but uh
What you doing, it ain't gonna last bro
No matter how big it get, it ain't gonna last
It'll turn out bad bro, so I advice you
Wake up

These kids out here listening to us
And looking up to all us
'cause a lot of them don't
Have no father speak in
Their house and hear them records you get on
You lying
About the dope, talking about squares, mane
'cause if you gon'
Talk about the squares and talk
About the drug game
You need to talk about the bad
Side of the drug game too
What about when you get busted and
You go to jail? What


About when your momma and your wife
And your kids is crying 'cause
'cause they get harmed when you
In a prison in a
Cell everybody talking 'bout how many
Cars and how many jewels they gon' buy
And when they having squares coming out
You know what I'm talkin' about?
But to talk about the other side of it
So if you gon' talk about that
You have to talk about both sides 'Cause way
We start is the way we gon' finish

You might be making fetty, flexin'
Now just selling coke
But all that flexin' gone get messy
When you go to court (for dope)
Your friends gone tear
Them same friends they gone fuck your hoe
Her brother, boyfriend you fronted
He gone get your dope
The feds in town you witness
Plenty niggas snitching
Should have stayed in school, fool
But, you won't be a menace
60 years your sentence
In Feds you do like 50
Plus in your mister ballin'
Them haters with your niggas
You distributed well, hung with all the stars
Now they done took your crib
Repo'ed all your cars
Sentenced all your boys, locked your momma up
Now you gon' turn rat
Or leave your momma stuck wake up
Wake up, Young nigga wake up)
Wake up (Wake up bitch, smell the coke)
Wake up (Dope dealer wake up)
Wake up (Wake up bitch, smell the coke)

Pop the niggas, stop the niggas
Got a reputation
His brother came back 7 years later
For his dedication
Now that's three sons who got no
Father and got a crazy momma
Prescription pills became the lover
Of his baby momma niggas talking square
Just to make songs about them
You gon' get busted
You think you are not? Then
You're wrong about it (real shit)
Wake up in that cell
Without a piece of metal
This shit is sloppy, we eating for real
Ain't no piece of that
These niggas talking all night
It ain't no sleeping in
Your mind ain't strong, your ass is gone
They got some freaks in there
I did time with a real nigga in a chain gang
His bloods ain't send him nothing
Now he's no longer on a gang bang

Wake up, Young nigga wake up)
Wake up (Wake up bitch, smell the coke)
Wake up (Dope dealer wake up)
Wake up (Wake up bitch, smell the coke)

He likes them young and dumb, sexy
Pretty and full of 'con bitch scream rape
You know why? She wants to be number one
Now left feeling older
For freedom he tweaking out
No more cut talk on them things
No more easy tongue you can feed your round
But really you don't need your round
In the end, that's one more mouth
That can bring you down
That's sinking Titanic
You think that bitch gon' wait on you
You go to prison?
Same nigga she say she loves
She will forget 'em i'mma live and witness
Posting you on her page
She wants your followers
For the million followers
She'll swallow you, this is real shit
Your fall partner turned pussy
And be a real bitch
Point you out and call like you're the enemy

Wake up (Young nigga wake up)
Wake up (Wake up bitch, smell the coke)
Wake up (Dope dealer wake up)
Wake up (Wake up bitch, smell the coke)