CYNE - Just Say No lyrics
[CYNE - Just Say No lyrics]
Hot in the name of no don but Bishop Tutu
We make "Planet Rock" neo-Zulu
Nation at loss oh gosh who boss? Who knew
We’re all Tony Danzas dancing for Angela?
Angela, Pamela, Renee
I love ya and from around the way
I stay in your project, hood, or tenement
The rubberband man stand, count Benjamin
Hail Washington, bullet hole Kennedy
Their rap comatose nigga, we got remedy
Wake the fuck up! Wake the fuck up!
That Nelly shit sucks little girls
Don’t buy it
Wake the fuck up! Wake the fuck up!
They underground, stagnant too scared to move
So I’mma rock back and "Lean Wit It"
That music like crack kill black
Self esteem get it?
We’ve been dancing for too long
My feet hurt, plus my back ain’t too strong
If it ain’t young, it’s Young Sleazy
Money don't kill the game
Y’all believe me? Cause
Everybody up in the club but don’t dance
Bitches wanna fuck for cost i won’t pay, got
Money in the bank this time
We getting paid right
E Je Ka Jo
Sometimes, I rhyme slow sometimes
I rhyme quick
Turn on the radio, then damn i get sick
Every 10 minutes be the same playlist
With these doo doo-ass rappers
And they speaker-spell hit's
Fuck that shit my stereo’s gonna quit
Playing tired-ass rhymes out
Your painted-white lips
Money now, but you still act a fool
Doing Dr seuss rhymes and
Your label Playskool
Fuck this shit i’m a grown-ass man
Doing grown-ass things as I god damn can
While you cop chains, I’mma buy me some land
While you sit on 24s
I’mma build with my fans
Giving you the real shit shit
You can deal with
Listen on the corner while the
Plane hit the building
CYNE mixtapes for the women and the children
One per person play it in your churches
E Je Ka Jo
I strayed from the life surreal
But, I'mma give
All y'all a piece of my mind, so word live
Smile a little, prince be king
Today, sheep rule
We make "Planet Rock" neo-Zulu
Nation at loss oh gosh who boss? Who knew
We’re all Tony Danzas dancing for Angela?
Angela, Pamela, Renee
I love ya and from around the way
I stay in your project, hood, or tenement
The rubberband man stand, count Benjamin
Hail Washington, bullet hole Kennedy
Their rap comatose nigga, we got remedy
Wake the fuck up! Wake the fuck up!
That Nelly shit sucks little girls
Don’t buy it
Wake the fuck up! Wake the fuck up!
They underground, stagnant too scared to move
So I’mma rock back and "Lean Wit It"
That music like crack kill black
Self esteem get it?
We’ve been dancing for too long
My feet hurt, plus my back ain’t too strong
If it ain’t young, it’s Young Sleazy
Money don't kill the game
Y’all believe me? Cause
Everybody up in the club but don’t dance
Bitches wanna fuck for cost i won’t pay, got
Money in the bank this time
We getting paid right
E Je Ka Jo
Sometimes, I rhyme slow sometimes
I rhyme quick
Turn on the radio, then damn i get sick
Every 10 minutes be the same playlist
With these doo doo-ass rappers
And they speaker-spell hit's
Fuck that shit my stereo’s gonna quit
Playing tired-ass rhymes out
Your painted-white lips
Money now, but you still act a fool
Doing Dr seuss rhymes and
Your label Playskool
Fuck this shit i’m a grown-ass man
Doing grown-ass things as I god damn can
While you cop chains, I’mma buy me some land
While you sit on 24s
I’mma build with my fans
Giving you the real shit shit
You can deal with
Listen on the corner while the
Plane hit the building
CYNE mixtapes for the women and the children
One per person play it in your churches
E Je Ka Jo
I strayed from the life surreal
But, I'mma give
All y'all a piece of my mind, so word live
Smile a little, prince be king
Today, sheep rule