JT the Bigga Figga, E-40, Celly Cel - Beware of Those lyrics
[JT the Bigga Figga, E-40, Celly Cel - Beware of Those lyrics]
Hey, JT, you know what though
Playboy, it's like this, dude
The niggas from your town, right, they ain't
You know it's gon' be some motherfuckers
That's gon' hate tha shit out of yo' ass
You dig? Yeah, that's right
I mean, they gon' hate the shit out yo' ass
Then again
It's gon' be some niggas that's gon'
Love the shit out of your ass, you dig?
I mean, you know
Playa haters come in all shapes and sizes
All shapes and sizes but then again
It's some good motherfuckers that's
Got your back
That's right, that's real though you dig
And the real motherfuckers they there for you
Uh, huh, one love (E-40)
We gon' sprinkle 'em on this other thang
Beware of those faulty ass
Mark ass niggas snakin' in the grass
Tryin' to take your cash cause
You bubbled up too fast
The last nigga that tried to go against
The grain, I made him feel me, mayne
Cocked the Glock
Put one in the chamber then I aimed
For his dome and split him like a Garcia
Vega down the middle, jumped in my car
See ya itchy trigger finger dumpin'
On them don't-knows
Janky ass motherfuckers, mayne
Beware of those
We drop bombs with stocks and
Bonds and make it rappable
Financial status increasing 'cause every
Day it's capital but more than likely
They sure ain't real because they plastic
No money in they pockets but
G notes worth of assets
I rip shop then drop
Check wops and get my proppers
We kicks it with killers that hate
Cops and pack they choppers
So when you see me
It ain't no need for perpetratin'
Stay the fuck up out my face
Because I know you playa hatin'
Yeah, I see you, my young Frisco City comrade
Makin' these niggas midnad
Postin' up in the lidnabb
Pilin' up that cidnash champagne wishes
Pussy fallin' up out the pockets
Thick ass thoroughbred bitches
Surrounded by doctors
Chocolate Betty Crockers
The niggas that you be thinkin'
That's always out to getcha
Ain't always tryin' out to getcha
Sometimes it be them niggas that be
Witcha that's out to getcha
That's why me keeps my toast
Pistolas on the side of me waist-a
Just in case these caped
Crusaders wanna erase me
Hey, like I was saying look, ay, JT
You from Frisco, we from the V, right
We from Vallejo, we networking
This is what we do
And if you ain't got the recipe
Don't be mad if they ain't checkin' for ya
That's real!
I see you sittin' on them
Thangs and bending the block
You better be sittin' on a Glock
Or you'll be riding stock
The jackers see them niggas clown just
Like I see them niggas
But don't be slippin' when you see me
I might be them niggas
With the choppers yellin', "Get out the car
Nigga" hit the gas and watch me blast
You ain't gon' get too far, nigga
Don't trust nobody 'cause your closest
Friends will turn to foes
It's double agents in this game
I know you feel me though
You wanna take your potna's win from him
Tell my why
Man, y'all was potty trained together, nigga
Knee-high how's the fuck you just
Gon' transform my neigh-where
Over some "he say, she say" shit, man, dude
You out there
Approaching my status, feeling flavor
Never saving hoes breakin' doors
To checkin' some figures in
Candy paint and Vogues
Marinatin' wit my boys from the V
We gets our paper
Stacks our chips and than we strike on Z's
We wraps our ki's tight to
Keeps our G's right
Gotta get that money so we can
Be up on the next flight
Not a dab but a smidgen
Play my game with precision
We dropping the bomb that'll make things come
Then they fly like some pigeons
It's goin' down
But ain't no need for extra talkin'
How many straps up in the house
You best to get to walkin'
'Cause in the '95, these niggas go for broke
Get up off that kamikaze in your
Face and end in smoke beware of those
Hey, ay, this my philosophy right here:
I feel it's enough cornbread
Out here for everybody
You know what I'm saying, I mean
Just think about it i mean
We it's a gang of motherfuckers out there
And we tryin' to change this shit
This the new dope game
So we gon' all get up in this rap shit
And get our coins rit now as
We speak, get them tokens, you dig?
Tokens, yeah
You know, we networking like I say
Cel, what's happening with you, playboy? We
You dig you laid that serious shit down
And you came from the heart
We all come from the heart and
This is what we did
And, you know, fuck it, you know, we
I'm in this motherfucker, you know how I do
I'm off some motherfuckin' shit
Erk & Jerk with some motherfuckin' Snapple
This 40 Water, you know, like that
This is what we do
Playboy, it's like this, dude
The niggas from your town, right, they ain't
You know it's gon' be some motherfuckers
That's gon' hate tha shit out of yo' ass
You dig? Yeah, that's right
I mean, they gon' hate the shit out yo' ass
Then again
It's gon' be some niggas that's gon'
Love the shit out of your ass, you dig?
I mean, you know
Playa haters come in all shapes and sizes
All shapes and sizes but then again
It's some good motherfuckers that's
Got your back
That's right, that's real though you dig
And the real motherfuckers they there for you
Uh, huh, one love (E-40)
We gon' sprinkle 'em on this other thang
Beware of those faulty ass
Mark ass niggas snakin' in the grass
Tryin' to take your cash cause
You bubbled up too fast
The last nigga that tried to go against
The grain, I made him feel me, mayne
Cocked the Glock
Put one in the chamber then I aimed
For his dome and split him like a Garcia
Vega down the middle, jumped in my car
See ya itchy trigger finger dumpin'
On them don't-knows
Janky ass motherfuckers, mayne
Beware of those
We drop bombs with stocks and
Bonds and make it rappable
Financial status increasing 'cause every
Day it's capital but more than likely
They sure ain't real because they plastic
No money in they pockets but
G notes worth of assets
I rip shop then drop
Check wops and get my proppers
We kicks it with killers that hate
Cops and pack they choppers
So when you see me
It ain't no need for perpetratin'
Stay the fuck up out my face
Because I know you playa hatin'
Yeah, I see you, my young Frisco City comrade
Makin' these niggas midnad
Postin' up in the lidnabb
Pilin' up that cidnash champagne wishes
Pussy fallin' up out the pockets
Thick ass thoroughbred bitches
Surrounded by doctors
Chocolate Betty Crockers
The niggas that you be thinkin'
That's always out to getcha
Ain't always tryin' out to getcha
Sometimes it be them niggas that be
Witcha that's out to getcha
That's why me keeps my toast
Pistolas on the side of me waist-a
Just in case these caped
Crusaders wanna erase me
Hey, like I was saying look, ay, JT
You from Frisco, we from the V, right
We from Vallejo, we networking
This is what we do
And if you ain't got the recipe
Don't be mad if they ain't checkin' for ya
That's real!
I see you sittin' on them
Thangs and bending the block
You better be sittin' on a Glock
Or you'll be riding stock
The jackers see them niggas clown just
Like I see them niggas
But don't be slippin' when you see me
I might be them niggas
With the choppers yellin', "Get out the car
Nigga" hit the gas and watch me blast
You ain't gon' get too far, nigga
Don't trust nobody 'cause your closest
Friends will turn to foes
It's double agents in this game
I know you feel me though
You wanna take your potna's win from him
Tell my why
Man, y'all was potty trained together, nigga
Knee-high how's the fuck you just
Gon' transform my neigh-where
Over some "he say, she say" shit, man, dude
You out there
Approaching my status, feeling flavor
Never saving hoes breakin' doors
To checkin' some figures in
Candy paint and Vogues
Marinatin' wit my boys from the V
We gets our paper
Stacks our chips and than we strike on Z's
We wraps our ki's tight to
Keeps our G's right
Gotta get that money so we can
Be up on the next flight
Not a dab but a smidgen
Play my game with precision
We dropping the bomb that'll make things come
Then they fly like some pigeons
It's goin' down
But ain't no need for extra talkin'
How many straps up in the house
You best to get to walkin'
'Cause in the '95, these niggas go for broke
Get up off that kamikaze in your
Face and end in smoke beware of those
Hey, ay, this my philosophy right here:
I feel it's enough cornbread
Out here for everybody
You know what I'm saying, I mean
Just think about it i mean
We it's a gang of motherfuckers out there
And we tryin' to change this shit
This the new dope game
So we gon' all get up in this rap shit
And get our coins rit now as
We speak, get them tokens, you dig?
Tokens, yeah
You know, we networking like I say
Cel, what's happening with you, playboy? We
You dig you laid that serious shit down
And you came from the heart
We all come from the heart and
This is what we did
And, you know, fuck it, you know, we
I'm in this motherfucker, you know how I do
I'm off some motherfuckin' shit
Erk & Jerk with some motherfuckin' Snapple
This 40 Water, you know, like that
This is what we do