Problem - Too On To Be Off lyrics
[Problem - Too On To Be Off lyrics]
I'm too on to be off
Can have a bitch nigga missing
Too on to be off
So many battlefield scars and
Riding the plush cars
It's interacial menages bustin'
Because of problem raised rough and rugged
My chain I never tuck it
My attitude was "Fuck it"
And motherfuckers love it
Cause, I'm a soldier
Recruited and saluted by G's
Influenced by cream
Did things that you wouldn't believe
Haters in the hood told me
That I wouldn't achieve
I'm chunking deuces at them stoogas
Out the roofas with ease
Match the pedal to speak
We aware of the crease
So, it's a must a nigga rock
That heavy metal with jeans
Baby mama's on my bumper
Straight working my mental
Fucking back to rap
Only plaques make you official
Niggas sideline popping all the
Niggas is jocking if I go a little harder
If the bitches is watching
Lil mama come fuck with the man like
Have a drink bust it open for a gram like
I'm too on to be off
Can have a bitch nigga missing
Too on to be off
Who shot ya? Brown eyed Sinatra
Eating lobster, pasta, my world is my casa
Yaka, shot time don't you start
Surrounded by pretty ladies, light and dark
(Yessir) vivian, I get it in
Got tree on the side like Timberland
Fendi lens make me see things clearer
Can't love anybody else til you love
The man in the mirror, mirror
Me, Compton nigga so I spit it well
Met the plug got the socket
Til the pocket swells
Broke niggas can't even braille
Y'all rich? Like snitchin, I can't even tell
Lifetime of the rich and famous
Stop textin' me, girl, my chick is dangerous
On God believe me
She ain't giving this up that easy
I'm too on to be off
Can have a bitch nigga missing
Too on to be off
What? What? What? Yippy Yo Yippy Yay
Compton all up in the house
What? What? What? Yippy Yo Yippy Yay
Diamond Lane all up in the house
What? What? What? Yippy Yo Yippy Yay
Chachi came through with a pound of the hay
Great, just mixed tona with the Henny
Take a white, black, red-boned or the skinny
Joints 3 grams, I don't roll up skinnies
Lucky in that six speed, grade A hemmy
(Prob what the lick read?)
You tell me, hell's bad, things in the car
Bro trail me
I'm too on to be off
Can have a bitch nigga missing
Too on to be off
(Starley talk to him) i'm too on to be off
Oh shit i'm too on to be off
Nigga that part so nigga get yo bitch
I'm too on to be off nigga that part
So nigga get yo bitch
Can have a bitch nigga missing
Too on to be off
So many battlefield scars and
Riding the plush cars
It's interacial menages bustin'
Because of problem raised rough and rugged
My chain I never tuck it
My attitude was "Fuck it"
And motherfuckers love it
Cause, I'm a soldier
Recruited and saluted by G's
Influenced by cream
Did things that you wouldn't believe
Haters in the hood told me
That I wouldn't achieve
I'm chunking deuces at them stoogas
Out the roofas with ease
Match the pedal to speak
We aware of the crease
So, it's a must a nigga rock
That heavy metal with jeans
Baby mama's on my bumper
Straight working my mental
Fucking back to rap
Only plaques make you official
Niggas sideline popping all the
Niggas is jocking if I go a little harder
If the bitches is watching
Lil mama come fuck with the man like
Have a drink bust it open for a gram like
I'm too on to be off
Can have a bitch nigga missing
Too on to be off
Who shot ya? Brown eyed Sinatra
Eating lobster, pasta, my world is my casa
Yaka, shot time don't you start
Surrounded by pretty ladies, light and dark
(Yessir) vivian, I get it in
Got tree on the side like Timberland
Fendi lens make me see things clearer
Can't love anybody else til you love
The man in the mirror, mirror
Me, Compton nigga so I spit it well
Met the plug got the socket
Til the pocket swells
Broke niggas can't even braille
Y'all rich? Like snitchin, I can't even tell
Lifetime of the rich and famous
Stop textin' me, girl, my chick is dangerous
On God believe me
She ain't giving this up that easy
I'm too on to be off
Can have a bitch nigga missing
Too on to be off
What? What? What? Yippy Yo Yippy Yay
Compton all up in the house
What? What? What? Yippy Yo Yippy Yay
Diamond Lane all up in the house
What? What? What? Yippy Yo Yippy Yay
Chachi came through with a pound of the hay
Great, just mixed tona with the Henny
Take a white, black, red-boned or the skinny
Joints 3 grams, I don't roll up skinnies
Lucky in that six speed, grade A hemmy
(Prob what the lick read?)
You tell me, hell's bad, things in the car
Bro trail me
I'm too on to be off
Can have a bitch nigga missing
Too on to be off
(Starley talk to him) i'm too on to be off
Oh shit i'm too on to be off
Nigga that part so nigga get yo bitch
I'm too on to be off nigga that part
So nigga get yo bitch