Suga Free - Thinkin' lyrics
[Suga Free - Thinkin' lyrics]
Yo! Every little thing she does is magic!
Know why? Cause she ain't a bitch
You see there was a black man, white man
And a Chinese man and God was giving out hair
He said, "Black man
What kind of hair do you want?"
Don't nothing come to sleepers but dreams
And then you wake up with reality in
The distance, spinning and thinning please
Don't do me yo no damn favor
Yo, you hate me cause I pimp a prostitute?
You think I'm playin' nigga? After you
Now here's a person, here's a place
Here's a thing we call it game
Oh yeah, your glasses before you
Enter, cause me and you
We don't see the same thang
I dance low, low, low, lower, lower, lower
Hair flying bounce you notice
I ain't for play no day
I mean every motherfucking word that I say
What's fly to me is that the real ones
Catch on, bring you up respect the game
Look out for daddy and know
To shut the fuck up
I'm driving i'm thinking
Checking out my business you
Better believe me! Hoeing prostitution
Tell me partna what is yo' solution?
Do what you say say what you mean
Cause one thing leads to another!
But, I guarantee that understanding me
I'll prolly make you pop a
Plea to your brother
City lights, heavy traffic just makes my day
Cause when I send my hoe to
Work she catching date after date
While you sitting there wanting to lay up
Look bitch
Ain't you got something to do today
Or somethin you playa hater?
Can't wait to leave sometime
Like five days ago
When I left saying "Once a hoe always a hoe!"
I got a mack attack, I got a Tac attack
I got a tee tight turka tacka jack
Turn to me, we got to move the P
We got to wam bam pimpin' Suga Free, ooh wee
I wear co-co, inch dog and creasy sack
When Tone sat down his gat
Stepped back and told this nigga
"Peep me to that!"
I'm driving i'm thinking
Tell me partna what do you believe in?
Is it money? Now, is it power?
Pimp I, pimp I, pimp back, hour for hour
Hour
My people built this motherfucker and
I know my way around
You see the same ole' faces going up
Coming down and I still can't read
And you ask me if I'm qualified to
Give you motherfuckers just what y'all need
I got a problem cause I'm
Fresh out the penitentiary baby
And I admit I'm antisocial and
It's driving me crazy
At least in prison there's a guard tower
For level ones
Level twos and level threes hour after hour
So many memories of struggling
With my bed roll
'85 camp Miller, 2001 out of Adelanto
The inmates asked me how I catched this case
They couldn't believe that Suga Free was
Right there in they face
The whole yard told another yard before
I left the R and R
I tried to make my bed but
I was signing autographs hard
Homies giving me noodles and chips and shit
My bunkie Dee said
"Man I know you miss that nigga Quik"
I'm driving still thinking
I don't know why I'm doing so much drinking
But, I like it and I need it
Bitch you just gon' believe in
Who you believe in i'm leaving
Don't you ever invite your boyfriend
Know why? Cause she ain't a bitch
You see there was a black man, white man
And a Chinese man and God was giving out hair
He said, "Black man
What kind of hair do you want?"
Don't nothing come to sleepers but dreams
And then you wake up with reality in
The distance, spinning and thinning please
Don't do me yo no damn favor
Yo, you hate me cause I pimp a prostitute?
You think I'm playin' nigga? After you
Now here's a person, here's a place
Here's a thing we call it game
Oh yeah, your glasses before you
Enter, cause me and you
We don't see the same thang
I dance low, low, low, lower, lower, lower
Hair flying bounce you notice
I ain't for play no day
I mean every motherfucking word that I say
What's fly to me is that the real ones
Catch on, bring you up respect the game
Look out for daddy and know
To shut the fuck up
I'm driving i'm thinking
Checking out my business you
Better believe me! Hoeing prostitution
Tell me partna what is yo' solution?
Do what you say say what you mean
Cause one thing leads to another!
But, I guarantee that understanding me
I'll prolly make you pop a
Plea to your brother
City lights, heavy traffic just makes my day
Cause when I send my hoe to
Work she catching date after date
While you sitting there wanting to lay up
Look bitch
Ain't you got something to do today
Or somethin you playa hater?
Can't wait to leave sometime
Like five days ago
When I left saying "Once a hoe always a hoe!"
I got a mack attack, I got a Tac attack
I got a tee tight turka tacka jack
Turn to me, we got to move the P
We got to wam bam pimpin' Suga Free, ooh wee
I wear co-co, inch dog and creasy sack
When Tone sat down his gat
Stepped back and told this nigga
"Peep me to that!"
I'm driving i'm thinking
Tell me partna what do you believe in?
Is it money? Now, is it power?
Pimp I, pimp I, pimp back, hour for hour
Hour
My people built this motherfucker and
I know my way around
You see the same ole' faces going up
Coming down and I still can't read
And you ask me if I'm qualified to
Give you motherfuckers just what y'all need
I got a problem cause I'm
Fresh out the penitentiary baby
And I admit I'm antisocial and
It's driving me crazy
At least in prison there's a guard tower
For level ones
Level twos and level threes hour after hour
So many memories of struggling
With my bed roll
'85 camp Miller, 2001 out of Adelanto
The inmates asked me how I catched this case
They couldn't believe that Suga Free was
Right there in they face
The whole yard told another yard before
I left the R and R
I tried to make my bed but
I was signing autographs hard
Homies giving me noodles and chips and shit
My bunkie Dee said
"Man I know you miss that nigga Quik"
I'm driving still thinking
I don't know why I'm doing so much drinking
But, I like it and I need it
Bitch you just gon' believe in
Who you believe in i'm leaving
Don't you ever invite your boyfriend