The Beatnuts - Props Over Here lyrics

Sho nuff with the funky bass in your face
New York City have mercy, have mercy one time

Hey, you ain't really you and
You ain't really down
Plus I'm tired of seeing your
Fucking phony face around
Cause when I sit back and think
Back on how you flam me
It make me react and be at my fucking jammy
Now I don't cock
Though my mind's in the sewer
I just kick back with six packs
And then I do her
But she gets stuck on clawing like a cat
And cause them toes got sucked on
She don't know how to act
Back in the days, IS 237
Used to run with Kevin
Bagging hoes was like heaven
Eleven years later I try to hide
And hope they pass me by
Like I'm The Pharcyde
Just let me puff and lounge with my niggas
Don't have no time to
Fake funk with triggers
Don't believe in kids with
That puss cat scent
Fuck around with Fash and get
Your whole shit bent
Spent crazy years with the Blues paying dues
Before I met the Psychos
And the Junkyard Jules
But now the crew combined and
We can't be stopped
Going round the globe to collect our props

When I'm in New York
You know what I wanna hear
Come on, out in Cali
You know what I wanna hear
When I'm down in Detroit
You know what I wanna hear
Now when I'm out in Philly
You know what I wanna hear

I get stoned every day I
Got nothing else to do
I'm getting drunk with my niggas
Til the night is through
And when the night is through I
Won't have a fucking clue
Of what tomorrow will bring so I maintain
(true) yo life's kind of funny
If you don't make money then
Your days ain't fucking sunny
Excuse me for my language but I'm
Trying to get my land stitched
Together, and build a crib for
Me and my damn bitch, i never
Had it like I deserve to have it
I whip it, I stab it, I grip it, I grab it
You silly rabbit, I'm coming at you pure
Tracks by the stacks, video and brochure
I'm sure, unlike others wanna pop
You's a piss drop
Talking that shit you need to stop
Cause when I approach and you can't
Back up what you said
Fly you fucking head like that

Now when I'm in Atlanta
You know what I wanna hear
Texas, uhh, you know what I wanna hear
When I'm out in Chicago
You know what I wanna hear
Out in DC, you know what I wanna hear

Real niggas do real things and that's a fact
And real niggas could leave big
Holes in nigga's backs
And your life sounds like a
Heavy price to pay
For some bullshit that you ain't
Even had to say but don't sweat that
Cause I'mma let you keep your head
If I wanted you killed
You'd already be dead
I got a lot of things to do
A lot of money to make
I got no time for you and
All the moves you fake
Taking care of business yeah without no doubt
And I'mma make a million dollars
Kid before I'm out
Yeah I gotta give a shout
To my peeps in Corona
Going hand to hand getting loot on the corner
Life is full of stress and it wrecks my brain
So I puff the buddha bless
And destroy the pain
I got a lot of things to do
A lot of money to make
I got no time for you and
All the moves you fake

When I'm in Japan
You know what I wanna hear
When I'm out in London
You know what I wanna hear
Hey when I'm in Norway
You know what I wanna hear
And when I'm out in Paris
You know what I wanna hear