Smoke DZA, Terri Walker , Den10 - Sounds of the Indo lyrics

I used to go naughty flow up to skate key
Bad bitch
Niggas on her block used to hate me
Try to back me down, thank God for the safety
For them, at least, 'cause, shit
Niggas die every day, b
You doubted me, be proud of me
Thought it was over for me
Fake rain on my parade
It's looking oh-so-sunny
Hustler, used to be the little brother
Understudy over it, hit the strip
Now I'm gettin' all this money
Used to top ramen it, till I got winnin'
P's go for 65 in Providence
Got a bunch of white boys
Tryna' spend some dollars and
Imma' go get it like that shit
Is going out of trend
What's poppington? Them niggas jocking him
Tryna' sneak in with us but we not with them
(Kill these niggas, DZA) I got em', Den
Fuck them niggas hollerin', game
Seven shit, nigga, i gotta win

Ugh, the percolating sounds of the indo
(It's not what you hear)
I'm higher than the highest of heavens, soar
(it's not what they say
It's bout what you feel for real)
I'm trying to throw Pirellis on a Porsche, or
(It's not what you hear)
I'm riding with the top back, rain pourin'
(it's not what they say
It's bout what you feel for real)
Smoother than a Ski Beat sliding on em'
(It's not what you hear)
No homo, no, no, not your ordinor
(it's not what they say
It's bout what you feel for real)
No, nigga, y'all niggas better run and go
(it's bout what you feel for real, oh)
Get a job with the
Fuckin' flows y'all spittin', uh!
(it's bout what you feel for real, yeah
Yeah)

I used to go Pebble Beach for the freakin'
Now I go Montreal suites for the weekend
Blue dreamin' out in Cali, I don't see them
Steamin', got me havin'
Trouble breathing right
It's the High Times spitta' of the year
Put a lot of niggas on
Niggas used to wear my gear
Yeah but since I hit the net
Shit it's something like Cheers
Everybody know my name, yeah
Know I'm up in here
No horseplay, only my wears
Hard denim Levi's, Beamer that's the G Ride
Might slide ya chica, she use my mic to bebop
She get her Dougie on
Then put her girlfriend on
Might slide the whole crew
That's the shit that I be on
Smoke a doobie wit her, do it wit her
Then I'm gone
Shit, I'm a monster, slayin' these bitches
I'm on my 'Bron shit, conquer
Baddest motherfucker on the conference

The percolating sounds of the indo
(It's not what you hear)
I'm higher than the highest of heavens, soar
(it's not what they say
It's bout what you feel for real)
I'm trying to throw Pirellis on a Porsche
(It's not what you hear)
I'm riding with the top back, rain pourin'
(it's not what they say
It's bout what you feel for real)
Smoother than a Ski Beat sliding on em'
(It's not what you hear)
No homo, no, no, not your ordinor
(it's not what they say
It's bout what you feel for real)
No, nigga, y'all niggas better run and go
(it's bout what you feel for real, oh)
Get a job with the
Fuckin' flows y'all spittin', uh!
(it's bout what you feel for real, yeah
Yeah)

There's an old saying in Tennessee
-I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee
-that says, "Fool me once, shame on
Shame on you fool me
Can't get fooled again!"