Kyle, Mr. Man - Been There Before lyrics
[Kyle, Mr. Man - Been There Before lyrics]
Johnny Juliano dot Com
Alright, well it's K dot, I dot, D dot
Who blam hotter than a motherfuckin' boot
Camp in Sudan! OOH DAMN!
They say I'm a nuisance
And my girl says that I don't
Know how to do shit
But obstacles of opta, opta
Opta, optical illusions, don't see 'em
Bums want me to be like them
But, I won't be 'em
Because I got that optimist improvement
When my shit gets weak
I transform to some new shit
Form my own beats, I'm domestic abusive
Elusive
And you know that I'm highly exclusive doggy
And you should
Call me when your life's not super boring
Yea-Yea yeah you might get high a lot
But that don't mean you soaring, no
KiD and I'm killing this flow
No blow and I let shit go
All you haters got no edge
Like the letter 'O'
Aye this the master of the
Bass and the treble if you took a elevator
Still could not get on my level
But don't worry, dog
KiD talking: And I know what y'all gon' do
Yeah, and I'm with Mr motherfuckin' Man
Nigga damn, what you thought? I don't know
I just keep on going in, geronimo!
And I ain't got a leprechaun
But I got a pot o' gold
I remember days when everything that
I had was old including my food
'HUH?!' 'Well that's nasty'
But hey it's true i only ate in school
But now I break the rules
And I steal that shit anyways
Cause, I got dollars
But I remember the penny days
But anyways, who remembers the penny safe?
Cause, I do all them damn trash bags of
Clothes they provide you
Or having fake, whatever you can imagine
(yeah) i had some damn Jordans that
Were made of all plastic
Yeah that shit was drastic
Running in some shoes that
Are nowhere elastic (uh huh)
Running like a cat n' shit (damn)
Yeah that shit sucks but somehow
I made it better
It won't be like this forever
Come on pull yourself together
Cause I been there
Mr man & KiD talking:
KiD: And Mr man I know you
Remember those fucking bummy Jordans!
Mr man: yeah
I remember them fucking Jordans that
Used to chip! How
Did the tape fall off those fucking shoes?!
(Laughing)
Uh alright, alright well KiD i feel you boy
I'm feeling hella Laced Up!
Lace is a belt, when I walk up in the party
These hoes can't help they-self
Only thing on my mind is music, money, weed
Sour D grinding until we get it
Ain't a damn thing in this life for free
We been there
Back when there was nowhere to record
Been there, computer mic, laptop on the floor
And man that's real shit
And that's what some of these rappers
Fail to realize is the realness
Am I mad? Just a little bit, it's cool though
So high I'm on Pluto
That was just a weed joke
To me, life is just a bunch of free throws
I'm taking shots
Hopefully I'll be two-for-two
You Milli Vanilli, y'all one and done
Better look out cause here we come
Females, I'm chasing none
Mr man with no misses, just a mistress
Tell these bitches that I'm married
To my motherfuckin' business (What?)
I said I'm Mr man with no misses
Just a mistress
Tell these bitches that I'm married
To my motherfuckin' business
KiD as my witness (yeah)
Mr man talking: All y'all
Niggas that's falling
In love with these messy-ass broads
KiD raises his hand mr man laughing
Alright, well it's K dot, I dot, D dot
Who blam hotter than a motherfuckin' boot
Camp in Sudan! OOH DAMN!
They say I'm a nuisance
And my girl says that I don't
Know how to do shit
But obstacles of opta, opta
Opta, optical illusions, don't see 'em
Bums want me to be like them
But, I won't be 'em
Because I got that optimist improvement
When my shit gets weak
I transform to some new shit
Form my own beats, I'm domestic abusive
Elusive
And you know that I'm highly exclusive doggy
And you should
Call me when your life's not super boring
Yea-Yea yeah you might get high a lot
But that don't mean you soaring, no
KiD and I'm killing this flow
No blow and I let shit go
All you haters got no edge
Like the letter 'O'
Aye this the master of the
Bass and the treble if you took a elevator
Still could not get on my level
But don't worry, dog
KiD talking: And I know what y'all gon' do
Yeah, and I'm with Mr motherfuckin' Man
Nigga damn, what you thought? I don't know
I just keep on going in, geronimo!
And I ain't got a leprechaun
But I got a pot o' gold
I remember days when everything that
I had was old including my food
'HUH?!' 'Well that's nasty'
But hey it's true i only ate in school
But now I break the rules
And I steal that shit anyways
Cause, I got dollars
But I remember the penny days
But anyways, who remembers the penny safe?
Cause, I do all them damn trash bags of
Clothes they provide you
Or having fake, whatever you can imagine
(yeah) i had some damn Jordans that
Were made of all plastic
Yeah that shit was drastic
Running in some shoes that
Are nowhere elastic (uh huh)
Running like a cat n' shit (damn)
Yeah that shit sucks but somehow
I made it better
It won't be like this forever
Come on pull yourself together
Cause I been there
Mr man & KiD talking:
KiD: And Mr man I know you
Remember those fucking bummy Jordans!
Mr man: yeah
I remember them fucking Jordans that
Used to chip! How
Did the tape fall off those fucking shoes?!
(Laughing)
Uh alright, alright well KiD i feel you boy
I'm feeling hella Laced Up!
Lace is a belt, when I walk up in the party
These hoes can't help they-self
Only thing on my mind is music, money, weed
Sour D grinding until we get it
Ain't a damn thing in this life for free
We been there
Back when there was nowhere to record
Been there, computer mic, laptop on the floor
And man that's real shit
And that's what some of these rappers
Fail to realize is the realness
Am I mad? Just a little bit, it's cool though
So high I'm on Pluto
That was just a weed joke
To me, life is just a bunch of free throws
I'm taking shots
Hopefully I'll be two-for-two
You Milli Vanilli, y'all one and done
Better look out cause here we come
Females, I'm chasing none
Mr man with no misses, just a mistress
Tell these bitches that I'm married
To my motherfuckin' business (What?)
I said I'm Mr man with no misses
Just a mistress
Tell these bitches that I'm married
To my motherfuckin' business
KiD as my witness (yeah)
Mr man talking: All y'all
Niggas that's falling
In love with these messy-ass broads
KiD raises his hand mr man laughing