Young Buck - Headphones lyrics
Young Buck [David Darnell Brown] ashville, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Young Buck - Headphones lyrics]
But it's OK, cause we go hard, you know
That's why the streets for
I feel the pressure in pain
You may think I'm insane
Feel like a bullet hit your brain
When they mention my name
Oh no no we not the same
This streets shit in my
Vein, you start catching cases when
You start switching your game
Now they dressing the plate
They arrest any day
Sent my brother to the pit
And learn his lesson again
There's no food in the refrigerator or
I feel up the plate
OK, lets load up our nigga haters and get of
The chain, ma ma ma Martin luther king
Malcolm X I'm next these crackerz either gon
Kill me or they gon gimme respect
Tired of breaking my neck
Standing out on this
Balcony like this all you gon get
For I calling the calvary attention, there
Will be no one after me
None of these rappers is half of me
Give me half of your salary bitch
I'm riding coach class tryna
Get my ass home
First class ain't talking about shit
Where's my headphones
Don't want to hear it, I can't hear you
Where's my headphones
Don't want to hear it, I can't hear you
Where's my headphones
Don't want to hear it, I can't hear you
Where's my headphones
Don't want to hear it, I can't hear you
Where's my headphones
Push your head in the rain, jumpin top in
The sun, at the bottom of the barrel
But I know I'm the one, put down my
Kingdom they come, yes king david is here
After knocking down goliath
There is no one I fear
Lord have mercy on me, pa
Put this cursing on me
I know it's crazy but I
Forgive my worse enemy
For him not know who I be
So him not know what he do
And when you stand at his casket
Know it that could be you, meet ya
Keep our lips counseled the problem we do
Truth is won't matter is if
We get caught we through
Something like Adam and Eve just
Don't eat the fruit
Ain't no age limit in this we recruit
Come on
Single five line walking through
This mind field
All these soulja's lamp out there life
But my real
Still in coach class tryna get my ass home
First class ain't talking about shit
Where's my mother fuckin headphones
Don't want to hear it, I can't hear you
Where's my headphones
Don't want to hear it, I can't hear you
Where's my headphones
Don't want to hear it, I can't hear you
Where's my headphones
Don't want to hear it, I can't hear you
Where's my headphones
That's why the streets for
I feel the pressure in pain
You may think I'm insane
Feel like a bullet hit your brain
When they mention my name
Oh no no we not the same
This streets shit in my
Vein, you start catching cases when
You start switching your game
Now they dressing the plate
They arrest any day
Sent my brother to the pit
And learn his lesson again
There's no food in the refrigerator or
I feel up the plate
OK, lets load up our nigga haters and get of
The chain, ma ma ma Martin luther king
Malcolm X I'm next these crackerz either gon
Kill me or they gon gimme respect
Tired of breaking my neck
Standing out on this
Balcony like this all you gon get
For I calling the calvary attention, there
Will be no one after me
None of these rappers is half of me
Give me half of your salary bitch
I'm riding coach class tryna
Get my ass home
First class ain't talking about shit
Where's my headphones
Don't want to hear it, I can't hear you
Where's my headphones
Don't want to hear it, I can't hear you
Where's my headphones
Don't want to hear it, I can't hear you
Where's my headphones
Don't want to hear it, I can't hear you
Where's my headphones
Push your head in the rain, jumpin top in
The sun, at the bottom of the barrel
But I know I'm the one, put down my
Kingdom they come, yes king david is here
After knocking down goliath
There is no one I fear
Lord have mercy on me, pa
Put this cursing on me
I know it's crazy but I
Forgive my worse enemy
For him not know who I be
So him not know what he do
And when you stand at his casket
Know it that could be you, meet ya
Keep our lips counseled the problem we do
Truth is won't matter is if
We get caught we through
Something like Adam and Eve just
Don't eat the fruit
Ain't no age limit in this we recruit
Come on
Single five line walking through
This mind field
All these soulja's lamp out there life
But my real
Still in coach class tryna get my ass home
First class ain't talking about shit
Where's my mother fuckin headphones
Don't want to hear it, I can't hear you
Where's my headphones
Don't want to hear it, I can't hear you
Where's my headphones
Don't want to hear it, I can't hear you
Where's my headphones
Don't want to hear it, I can't hear you
Where's my headphones