Quasimoto - Talkin' Shit lyrics
[Quasimoto - Talkin' Shit lyrics]
I'll stop calling you niggers
When you start actin' like black men
My fellow poets tell me not to write
Poems talkin' bad about black folk
But, I ain't mad at whitey
I'm mad at you, ya low down niggas!
Crossing out each other constantly
Talkin’ about "brotha" this and "whitey" that
You low down lames
It takes two to play a game!
Y’all claim to be so hip and all that shit
Playin’ tough but the niggas
Ain’t really rough
CREAM PUFFS is a better word than tough!
Y’all better get hip and come off this trip
Wit’ y’all under-killin’ asses!
Coming through! So over, you can't really see
Why you askin' me? When you back to, reality
I keep it real
You droppin' shit like it's sloppy
(Meanwhile)
My shit open you up like an autopsy
I never throw my shit upon the floppy
Unless I'm in a battle with
Some niggas tryna top me
(Niggas get frustrated?)
Niggas try, but never stop me (How you do?)
I be straight playin' the humble way
Y'all niggas actin' cocky i see the fry
Y'all like some could-be-jockeys
Reality check like 360 'round in circles
Everything that comes around goes back
Around for a purpose
Like when you split the lip service
Y'all niggas need to be smacked worthless
Talkin' shit? Tal Talkin' sh
Tal Talkin' sh
Tal Talkin' shit? You better watch out
You'll be walkin' he
Talkin' shit? You better watch out
You'll be walkin' he
Comin' through! Comin' Comin' through!
Comin' through! Com Comin' through!
Comin' through! So so so comin' through! So
So over, you can't really see
Why you askin' me? When you back to, reality
When you start actin' like black men
My fellow poets tell me not to write
Poems talkin' bad about black folk
But, I ain't mad at whitey
I'm mad at you, ya low down niggas!
Crossing out each other constantly
Talkin’ about "brotha" this and "whitey" that
You low down lames
It takes two to play a game!
Y’all claim to be so hip and all that shit
Playin’ tough but the niggas
Ain’t really rough
CREAM PUFFS is a better word than tough!
Y’all better get hip and come off this trip
Wit’ y’all under-killin’ asses!
Coming through! So over, you can't really see
Why you askin' me? When you back to, reality
I keep it real
You droppin' shit like it's sloppy
(Meanwhile)
My shit open you up like an autopsy
I never throw my shit upon the floppy
Unless I'm in a battle with
Some niggas tryna top me
(Niggas get frustrated?)
Niggas try, but never stop me (How you do?)
I be straight playin' the humble way
Y'all niggas actin' cocky i see the fry
Y'all like some could-be-jockeys
Reality check like 360 'round in circles
Everything that comes around goes back
Around for a purpose
Like when you split the lip service
Y'all niggas need to be smacked worthless
Talkin' shit? Tal Talkin' sh
Tal Talkin' sh
Tal Talkin' shit? You better watch out
You'll be walkin' he
Talkin' shit? You better watch out
You'll be walkin' he
Comin' through! Comin' Comin' through!
Comin' through! Com Comin' through!
Comin' through! So so so comin' through! So
So over, you can't really see
Why you askin' me? When you back to, reality