Ol’ Dirty Bastard, Royal Flush, Mack 10 - Caught Up lyrics

Some people get caught up
And some charge is brawl out
Makes some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some

Ol' Dirty kickin' your ass
The things that you learned in class is trash
You can't do nothin' wit' it
I put you in the past
You broken motherfuckers, shut the fuck up
I do it 'til you bad luck and head get bucked
The only thing on your brain is
To give me this cash
Stay out of my business cause
I'm takin' your tash
This rumble on the ming, none of y'all free
I got y'all in slavering

Some people get caught up
And some charge is brawl out


Makes some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some
Some people get caught up
And some charge is brawl out
Makes some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some

I gives a fuck about a bitch
Or a crooked ass cop
I'm a burst that, it's dealin'
The hustle don't stop
I got stones and, ecstasy and weed
Metham-phetamine, sherm, sticks and speed
Pay it high wid, dope is all I got to give
I'm a ghetto nigga dog so I get it how I live
Got money, lock 'em off
Fuckers still I got drama
Got two strike dog and like five baby mamas
With new strain I maintain
I'm ready and willin'
To keep change on niggas brains
To keep the blood spillin'
I hate it but it ain't complicated
It's real simple
Fuck with me and know you get
A hole in your temple
I ain't gonna play you niggas
I'mma slay you niggas
Don't take but a few figures
And a few new triggers
Mack 10 livin' legend
Every West coast rhymin'
Straight hoo bangin' gangsta and hard
Rhymin' sodom was that

Some people get caught up
And some charge is brawl out
Makes some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some
Some people get caught up
And some charge is brawl out
Makes some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some

Shut up, let me talk for a minute
Alot of bull shit on my mind
Dealin' with crime
Alot of y'all dealin' wid rhymes
Stuck on the grind
Crackheads cookin' my pies
Startin' off on the 1-2-5, the block's mine
Bucket just spine, DH tryna tap my line
Stop my productions
Wanna know my money discussions
Who I roll wid
"buy so many cars is he legitin' of my dick"
It didn't matter when I ain't have shit
They'd watch me in helicopters
Parklin' in my crib
All I wanna feed is my kids
No time to do a bid feel me
I forced the whole guns a while for my ones
Didn't sell drugs, where the money come from?
No school, no job, no bitch, no food
Fuck that do what I do to make my shit true
And I make it hard on them
Boys who blew they cats charges
If I go to jail you know
I'm blowin' on the Sergeants

Some people get caught up
And some charge is brawl out
Makes some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some

Some people get caught up
And some charge is brawl out
Makes some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some
Some people get caught up
And some charge is brawl out
Makes some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some

Some people get caught up
And some charge is brawl out
Makes some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some people
Some people, some people, some

Some people get caught up
And some charge is brawl out