Felt - Your Mans and Them lyrics
[Felt - Your Mans and Them lyrics]
Nah, that's that one dude that
Nobody ask to come through
No matter what he does it
Always comes off rude
Excuse my good etiquette
But somebody better get this foo' out my face
Cause if don't nobody tell him shit
I'mma snatch the bitch and start to
Wrinkle up his school clothes
Imagine if I had to sink my
Fist into this foo's nose
There goes another story
Straight to the rumour mill
Murs is acting up again
Somebody tell this dude to chill
Hey dog, say dog, what's up with your guy?
At the bar acting hard he's a
Magnet for a busted eye
I know you vouch for him, I vouch for you
But, if they slap the bout it
Bout it out his mouth what you gonna do?
He passed his limitations
Testing people's patience
An LA minute away from dramatization
If his confidence expands I don't know
If we should back him up
Consequence lands upon the man
Child that's acting up
Hold up
See that pool of vomit that your standing in?
Yea that's your mans and them
What's up with your mans and them?
Do you hear the squad cars
Do you hear the ambulance?
Yea that's your mans and them
What's up with your mans and them?
Talked all that shit when he was drunk
Now he panickin'
Yea that's your mans and them
What's up with your mans and them?
Some still can't handle the act of balance
And yea that's your mans and them
What's up with your mans and them?
Hey man I saw your ex-wifey
At the bar last night
And I don't know if you don't know
Your better half don't act right
She's on her own pace
Masterpiece painted face
Makes me wonder how them fuck
Me boots stay laced
I wouldn't watch her as far as I can toss her
Stag a drunk sex toy all that she can offer
You oughtta stop her before she
Finds the hard way grows another scar
Or finds herself in harm's way
Hey foo', you talk to your little sister?
I seen her at the club with
The wrong group of misters
6' 4", gang signs, guns up in they waistline
I know that's how you used to do it
Back in the day, fine
But she don't need to grow up with
The same type of hard heads
Think she a blood cause
Her boyfriend's car red
Actin' like she hard
Miss big bad slap a bitch
Think they got her back but to them
She just some ass and tit's
Hold up
See that pool of vomit that your standing in?
Yea that's your mans and them
What's up with your mans and them?
Do you hear the squad cars
Do you hear the ambulance?
Yea that's your mans and them
What's up with your mans and them?
Talked all that shit when he was drunk
Now he panickin'
Yea that's your mans and them
What's up with your mans and them?
Some still can't handle the act of balance
And yea that's your mans and them
What's up with your mans and them?
Nobody ask to come through
No matter what he does it
Always comes off rude
Excuse my good etiquette
But somebody better get this foo' out my face
Cause if don't nobody tell him shit
I'mma snatch the bitch and start to
Wrinkle up his school clothes
Imagine if I had to sink my
Fist into this foo's nose
There goes another story
Straight to the rumour mill
Murs is acting up again
Somebody tell this dude to chill
Hey dog, say dog, what's up with your guy?
At the bar acting hard he's a
Magnet for a busted eye
I know you vouch for him, I vouch for you
But, if they slap the bout it
Bout it out his mouth what you gonna do?
He passed his limitations
Testing people's patience
An LA minute away from dramatization
If his confidence expands I don't know
If we should back him up
Consequence lands upon the man
Child that's acting up
Hold up
See that pool of vomit that your standing in?
Yea that's your mans and them
What's up with your mans and them?
Do you hear the squad cars
Do you hear the ambulance?
Yea that's your mans and them
What's up with your mans and them?
Talked all that shit when he was drunk
Now he panickin'
Yea that's your mans and them
What's up with your mans and them?
Some still can't handle the act of balance
And yea that's your mans and them
What's up with your mans and them?
Hey man I saw your ex-wifey
At the bar last night
And I don't know if you don't know
Your better half don't act right
She's on her own pace
Masterpiece painted face
Makes me wonder how them fuck
Me boots stay laced
I wouldn't watch her as far as I can toss her
Stag a drunk sex toy all that she can offer
You oughtta stop her before she
Finds the hard way grows another scar
Or finds herself in harm's way
Hey foo', you talk to your little sister?
I seen her at the club with
The wrong group of misters
6' 4", gang signs, guns up in they waistline
I know that's how you used to do it
Back in the day, fine
But she don't need to grow up with
The same type of hard heads
Think she a blood cause
Her boyfriend's car red
Actin' like she hard
Miss big bad slap a bitch
Think they got her back but to them
She just some ass and tit's
Hold up
See that pool of vomit that your standing in?
Yea that's your mans and them
What's up with your mans and them?
Do you hear the squad cars
Do you hear the ambulance?
Yea that's your mans and them
What's up with your mans and them?
Talked all that shit when he was drunk
Now he panickin'
Yea that's your mans and them
What's up with your mans and them?
Some still can't handle the act of balance
And yea that's your mans and them
What's up with your mans and them?