Little Brother, Chaundon - We Got Now lyrics
[Little Brother, Chaundon - We Got Now lyrics]
Ye yeah! One more time, one last number
Chaundon, where you at, nigga?
It's the future right here, man
We startin' it right nowlet's get
It goin', Big Pooh, uH!
My attitude real shitty, temper short
My mind cluttered like the
Streets of New York
I ain't tryna take a 'L'
Cause I casually fought
This shit, real serious not casual sport
Let time fly by as I pen these thoughts
And I'm speedin through life wit
My car in park
And, even in the day sometimes it's dark
And that cloud hoverin low is
Not the worst part
Second guessin yourself, tryna remain sharp
See niggas blowin up who ain't got yo SPARK
Uh and that alone is a burden to carry
Either you'll get strong or
You'll get buried
And rap keep plenty room in the cemetery
Pull out your Blackberry's
Change yo itineraries
I mean, you could be the shit today
Then tomorrow wake up, fame blown away!
And homey on the real
Ain't nothing you can say
That's why I work hard now, got later to lay
In the sands on the beach
Mixin drinks wit Belvy
The world gon' remember my name, muh'fuckers
Now they heard all of yo songs
And peeped you from the side
And watched yo videos and seen
The car you drive
CHILLLLL! - And we know what
To expect my nigga
Done seen it all before I ain't impressed
My nigga but they heard all of our songs
And peeped us from the side
And came out to the shows and
Seen us on the grind
CHILLLLL! - And this is how
We get down muh'fuckers
We don't care who got next
This is now muh'fuckers!
I tried to work wit niggas
Don't wanna jerk them niggas
But everybody runnin around
Thinkin they murderers gave birth to niggas
And when I burp them niggas
They spit up old lines that
I fed to them earlier
And this is what the state of Hip-Hop is like
I'm thinkin', "Damn, this cannot be right"
And I agree that everybody's a biter
But, if you Xerox the style, then
That's infringin' on my copy, right?
It's the bottom of the 9th
With no extra innings and we all in the game
Tryna collect our pennants
And from the, old school
I'm a direct descendant
And y'all can feel it at the
End of each and every sentence
Cause underground rap is just
Incense and gimmicks an image
They phone in for ten cents a minute
I knew that since I entered, the rap game
My style would have niggas takin' it back
But what about now?
I think about the youth and how
Their minds are so closed
Cause now "Rap City" look like "Video Soul"
And that's a sad state of affairs
But no need to despair, cause we the
Next ones that's takin' it there, ya know!
Now they heard all of yo songs
And peeped you from the side
And watched yo videos and seen
The car you drive
CHILLLLL! - And we know what
To expect my nigga
Done seen it all before I ain't impressed
My nigga but they heard some of our songs
And peeped us from the side
And came out to the shows and
Seen us on the grind
CHILLLLL! - And this is how
We get down muh'fuckers
We don't care who got next
This is now muh'fuckers!
A note to my opponents: yeah, I got now
And I always got next cause
I seize every moment
I'm an opportunist wit ambition
Keep an eye on that number one
Spot before it wind up missin'
And the heart of this bein
Is the art of MCing i feel I'm God wit the
Flow, cause people started believin, hUH
So what I'm cocky, who gon' stop me?
Twist hoes, leave 'em knock knead
Smile for paparazzi this is how I get down
Got a crib in every hood
So I'm always the hottest nigga in town
Hate it or love it
Who fuckin' wit our music?
Yeah, y'all niggas are the SHIT when
It comes to bowel movements
Pooh showed and proved it
Can't +Sleep+ on his game
'Te converted all the currency
With Foreign Exchange
Up next to rock the booth
Iiiis a rapper named Chaundon
The Bronx Borough President wit' "No Excuses"
Doubtin' me is foolish
Don't ask who produced this!
Knowin damn well only 9th can do this, huh!
It's no secret, Lyor even know
When me and Little Brother flow
It's guaranteed another video!
Now they heard all of yo songs
And peeped you from the side
And watched yo videos and seen
The car you drive
CHILLLLL! - And we know what
To expect my nigga
Done seen it all before I ain't impressed
My nigga but they heard all of our songs
And peeped us from the side
And came out to the shows and
Seen us on the grind
CHILLLLL! - And this is how
We get down muh'fuckers
We don't care who got next
This is now muh'fuckers!
On behalf of myself Phonte, Big Pooh
And 9th Wonder
And the whole cast of "The Minstrel Show"
I wanna thank ya'll, for watchin this shit
I ain't gon' front
Only reason I took this job
Cause I need the money
I don't needyo, I ain't gon' front
I don't give a fuck if UBN
Pull the plug on me, dawg, i I gotta be real
Y'all really wanna know how I
Feel about "The Minstrel Show"?
Y'all really wanna know how I feel about UBN?
These goddamn crackers get on my muthafuc-
Chaundon, where you at, nigga?
It's the future right here, man
We startin' it right nowlet's get
It goin', Big Pooh, uH!
My attitude real shitty, temper short
My mind cluttered like the
Streets of New York
I ain't tryna take a 'L'
Cause I casually fought
This shit, real serious not casual sport
Let time fly by as I pen these thoughts
And I'm speedin through life wit
My car in park
And, even in the day sometimes it's dark
And that cloud hoverin low is
Not the worst part
Second guessin yourself, tryna remain sharp
See niggas blowin up who ain't got yo SPARK
Uh and that alone is a burden to carry
Either you'll get strong or
You'll get buried
And rap keep plenty room in the cemetery
Pull out your Blackberry's
Change yo itineraries
I mean, you could be the shit today
Then tomorrow wake up, fame blown away!
And homey on the real
Ain't nothing you can say
That's why I work hard now, got later to lay
In the sands on the beach
Mixin drinks wit Belvy
The world gon' remember my name, muh'fuckers
Now they heard all of yo songs
And peeped you from the side
And watched yo videos and seen
The car you drive
CHILLLLL! - And we know what
To expect my nigga
Done seen it all before I ain't impressed
My nigga but they heard all of our songs
And peeped us from the side
And came out to the shows and
Seen us on the grind
CHILLLLL! - And this is how
We get down muh'fuckers
We don't care who got next
This is now muh'fuckers!
I tried to work wit niggas
Don't wanna jerk them niggas
But everybody runnin around
Thinkin they murderers gave birth to niggas
And when I burp them niggas
They spit up old lines that
I fed to them earlier
And this is what the state of Hip-Hop is like
I'm thinkin', "Damn, this cannot be right"
And I agree that everybody's a biter
But, if you Xerox the style, then
That's infringin' on my copy, right?
It's the bottom of the 9th
With no extra innings and we all in the game
Tryna collect our pennants
And from the, old school
I'm a direct descendant
And y'all can feel it at the
End of each and every sentence
Cause underground rap is just
Incense and gimmicks an image
They phone in for ten cents a minute
I knew that since I entered, the rap game
My style would have niggas takin' it back
But what about now?
I think about the youth and how
Their minds are so closed
Cause now "Rap City" look like "Video Soul"
And that's a sad state of affairs
But no need to despair, cause we the
Next ones that's takin' it there, ya know!
Now they heard all of yo songs
And peeped you from the side
And watched yo videos and seen
The car you drive
CHILLLLL! - And we know what
To expect my nigga
Done seen it all before I ain't impressed
My nigga but they heard some of our songs
And peeped us from the side
And came out to the shows and
Seen us on the grind
CHILLLLL! - And this is how
We get down muh'fuckers
We don't care who got next
This is now muh'fuckers!
A note to my opponents: yeah, I got now
And I always got next cause
I seize every moment
I'm an opportunist wit ambition
Keep an eye on that number one
Spot before it wind up missin'
And the heart of this bein
Is the art of MCing i feel I'm God wit the
Flow, cause people started believin, hUH
So what I'm cocky, who gon' stop me?
Twist hoes, leave 'em knock knead
Smile for paparazzi this is how I get down
Got a crib in every hood
So I'm always the hottest nigga in town
Hate it or love it
Who fuckin' wit our music?
Yeah, y'all niggas are the SHIT when
It comes to bowel movements
Pooh showed and proved it
Can't +Sleep+ on his game
'Te converted all the currency
With Foreign Exchange
Up next to rock the booth
Iiiis a rapper named Chaundon
The Bronx Borough President wit' "No Excuses"
Doubtin' me is foolish
Don't ask who produced this!
Knowin damn well only 9th can do this, huh!
It's no secret, Lyor even know
When me and Little Brother flow
It's guaranteed another video!
Now they heard all of yo songs
And peeped you from the side
And watched yo videos and seen
The car you drive
CHILLLLL! - And we know what
To expect my nigga
Done seen it all before I ain't impressed
My nigga but they heard all of our songs
And peeped us from the side
And came out to the shows and
Seen us on the grind
CHILLLLL! - And this is how
We get down muh'fuckers
We don't care who got next
This is now muh'fuckers!
On behalf of myself Phonte, Big Pooh
And 9th Wonder
And the whole cast of "The Minstrel Show"
I wanna thank ya'll, for watchin this shit
I ain't gon' front
Only reason I took this job
Cause I need the money
I don't needyo, I ain't gon' front
I don't give a fuck if UBN
Pull the plug on me, dawg, i I gotta be real
Y'all really wanna know how I
Feel about "The Minstrel Show"?
Y'all really wanna know how I feel about UBN?
These goddamn crackers get on my muthafuc-