Brotha Lynch Hung - Meat lyrics
[Brotha Lynch Hung - Meat lyrics]
Alarm clock, I hate alarm clocks
Hey babe I gotta get up
Real shit ya'll
I only got enough money
For some hamburger meat
But I still ain't trippin that's the
Shit I like to eat
But my son he like daddy this
Is all we got to eat
I'm like son I'm about to sing big time
I'm downloadin' beats and I'm a
Start writin' to em
And if the fans don't buy em I'm
A kill them in they sleep
Bring the extra cheese
We gonna eat somehow like the Vietnamese
Chinese, Japanese
Gettin' dirty meats
Make me some fuckn' stacks of G's
With the a-r automatic uzi machine
All you gota do is wash it off
And then put it in the freeze
And then we good for another couple of weeks
When you get older like me
You'll be tuckin the heat
And if not you
You'll be stuck in the street
I wanna say ya mom love you
But that's up to she
But we gonna do what we gotta
Do n that's get the meat
Strange music got my back they hopefully
But if not they really ain't no hope for me
That means you goin' through
The same situation
That means we gone keep goin' through
The same shit you hatin'
Meat, we gotta find something to eat
Even if we gotta go do it on the street
Even if we gotta go shootin' with the heat
Even if we lie to dude we gone get the meat
(meat, meat)
I only got enough money for top ramen noodles
My son lookin' at me like he
Don't wanna come to close
He saw me in the bathroom
Cryin' it was to late
I couldn't even keep a straight face
Like 2 face
All the mother fucka's around me
They was to fake
I ain't got an album out now
They call me to late
Bar b q yesterday, where the fuck was I at?
A football game where's my
Mother fuckin' hi at?
I remember lizz moore drive even after that
Starin at my strange chain
Thinkin' ain't goin' back
I got a new life, I'm a get a new wife
I'm a get a new 9, I think it was do time
No matter who's wrong or who right
Life's like shakin' 'em up
N rollin' 2 dice
Thin slice
And my ol school homey like
Where you been ice
Just marinatin
Stomach achein shit ain't been right
Meat, we gotta find something to eat
Even if we gotta go do it on the street
Even if we gotta go shootin' with the heat
Even if we lie to dude we gone get the meat
(meat, meat)
Real shit ya'll... real shit ya'll... meat
Hey kev wake up, fadin off, meat
Yo kev wake up
Lil Kevin wake up it's school time
Get ya clothes on
Don't no body love you like me
We in the O zone, twilight zone
All we got to eat today is bullshit
Time for you to pray
But I don't pray I carry full clips
You can't be like me cause I'm a fuck up
And if we both fuckn' up you
Gone be just like me
It's gone be a tight squeeze
We can get through this
You my 'lil nigga so nigga we gone do this
Shit, I can count it on one hand
Old as I am I can still cound it on one hand
We both Kevin mann
We both gotta stretch it out
Like a rubber band
I got another plan, I got a million of em
I'm a still come with em
I'm still run with em
We gotta keep it goin, then I'm done with it
That's it, I'm a whipe my hands
I'm hella broke but I don't dance
Meat, we gotta find something to eat
Even if we gotta go do it on the street
Even if we gotta go shootin' with the heat
Even if we lie to dude we gone get the meat
(meat, meat)
Hey babe I gotta get up
Real shit ya'll
I only got enough money
For some hamburger meat
But I still ain't trippin that's the
Shit I like to eat
But my son he like daddy this
Is all we got to eat
I'm like son I'm about to sing big time
I'm downloadin' beats and I'm a
Start writin' to em
And if the fans don't buy em I'm
A kill them in they sleep
Bring the extra cheese
We gonna eat somehow like the Vietnamese
Chinese, Japanese
Gettin' dirty meats
Make me some fuckn' stacks of G's
With the a-r automatic uzi machine
All you gota do is wash it off
And then put it in the freeze
And then we good for another couple of weeks
When you get older like me
You'll be tuckin the heat
And if not you
You'll be stuck in the street
I wanna say ya mom love you
But that's up to she
But we gonna do what we gotta
Do n that's get the meat
Strange music got my back they hopefully
But if not they really ain't no hope for me
That means you goin' through
The same situation
That means we gone keep goin' through
The same shit you hatin'
Meat, we gotta find something to eat
Even if we gotta go do it on the street
Even if we gotta go shootin' with the heat
Even if we lie to dude we gone get the meat
(meat, meat)
I only got enough money for top ramen noodles
My son lookin' at me like he
Don't wanna come to close
He saw me in the bathroom
Cryin' it was to late
I couldn't even keep a straight face
Like 2 face
All the mother fucka's around me
They was to fake
I ain't got an album out now
They call me to late
Bar b q yesterday, where the fuck was I at?
A football game where's my
Mother fuckin' hi at?
I remember lizz moore drive even after that
Starin at my strange chain
Thinkin' ain't goin' back
I got a new life, I'm a get a new wife
I'm a get a new 9, I think it was do time
No matter who's wrong or who right
Life's like shakin' 'em up
N rollin' 2 dice
Thin slice
And my ol school homey like
Where you been ice
Just marinatin
Stomach achein shit ain't been right
Meat, we gotta find something to eat
Even if we gotta go do it on the street
Even if we gotta go shootin' with the heat
Even if we lie to dude we gone get the meat
(meat, meat)
Real shit ya'll... real shit ya'll... meat
Hey kev wake up, fadin off, meat
Yo kev wake up
Lil Kevin wake up it's school time
Get ya clothes on
Don't no body love you like me
We in the O zone, twilight zone
All we got to eat today is bullshit
Time for you to pray
But I don't pray I carry full clips
You can't be like me cause I'm a fuck up
And if we both fuckn' up you
Gone be just like me
It's gone be a tight squeeze
We can get through this
You my 'lil nigga so nigga we gone do this
Shit, I can count it on one hand
Old as I am I can still cound it on one hand
We both Kevin mann
We both gotta stretch it out
Like a rubber band
I got another plan, I got a million of em
I'm a still come with em
I'm still run with em
We gotta keep it goin, then I'm done with it
That's it, I'm a whipe my hands
I'm hella broke but I don't dance
Meat, we gotta find something to eat
Even if we gotta go do it on the street
Even if we gotta go shootin' with the heat
Even if we lie to dude we gone get the meat
(meat, meat)