Royce da 5'9", Tre Little - Off Parole lyrics

Be quiet i know what you're thinking
Who the hell is that?
You in the club minding ya own business
And out of nowhere you hear this
How you supposed to act neptunes, Royce 5'9"
It's my year, baby, uh

Twelfth grade rode around, started out small
My father told me, before you walk
You gotta crawl
We was all outlaws with our fists balled
We couldn't even count bars, we was just raw
MCs battlin' at the club, for the plug
Rappin' for the other rappers
Strictly for the love
That was cool 'til my life turned
And got tough
I got a girl, got serious, got her knocked up
Uh oh, reality check, hold up
I gotta figure out a way to get this dough up
I don't want my son to hate
Me when he grow up
So I gotta blow up, and leave it to' up
(Five-Nine, baby)
I listened to my pops, whenever it got hard
He said, "Look if you gon' be a star
Be a star" i got hot, got a deal took rap
Took the whole city wi me
And never looked back, baby

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

It's all simple, make a million off the intro
Y'all don't want it 'cause you
Still say ya fin' to
I'm finna blow like this shit is so mental
That's your life, it's your problem
And your pencil
Cut the jokes, everybody wanna be rich
You a fool if you don't, you see this
Look at this chain, this bracelet
You hear me
I don't want respect, I want you to fear me
Now look at me, this shit is getting real now
I want your money
I'ma spit what you can feel now
I tell the truth
So I guess I keep it real now
You thought I was ill befo', nah, I'm ill now
Come on with it, I can afford to kill now
Look at my son, ask him how he feel now
It's real now, daddy's got a pill now
Wave bye bye we out of the hood
What the deal now

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

Detroit came up, you know we hot
Thirty years where it became a big lot
600s on chrome, you don't stop
Detroit we just hot
Young niggas stay fly at all times
Hoes twenty-one and under with gangsta rides
Keep our guns by our sides at all times
Detroit we just fly

You would love for me and
You to switch places, won't ya?
You love hatin' don't ya? Hate just to hate
Don't ya? In the clubs yelling loud
Like you wanna fight but I just whisper
You ain't trying to die tonight
I'm the king, yo, I'm like the son of Jesus
We got guns, and we'll use 'em
So please believe it
Last cat that to try me, yeah
I looked passed him
But notice he's nowhere around
For you to ask him
Long as I got a crew, and two in the safe
Baby
You could scream 'til you blue in the face
Baby we getting ours, we don't care
Who in the way, baby
Lock and key, ain't nothin' you could say
Baby we don't want the bitches dog
We just want the honeys
And we don't want the game neither
We just want the money
It makes sense don't it, the blocks with me
Welcome to the new world, Detroit Rock City

We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole
We can do it now, nigga, I'm off parole

Detroit came up, you know we hot
Thirty years where it became a big lot
600s on chrome, you don't stop
Detroit we just hot
Young niggas stay fly at all times
Hoes twenty-one and under with gangsta rides
Keep our guns by our sides at all times
Detroit we just fly

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