Zion I, The Grouch, Chali 2NA - Too Much lyrics

Yeah, some of us are caught
Up in false raptures
Watchin' the clock spin
Crooked cops shot unarmed innocent men
The law watches, the often caused conscious
People hustle illegal in times
Of lost options
Instance run with clever intent
The fish speaks with like
An extinction level event
Is Los Angeles a devilish pit? Never forget
The areas with various sets
Treat it like a terrorist threat
And we should never accept
Mental incarceration, freedom or death, they
Need to beat it, man
Brother bein' deleted man
Nine millimeters see the hands of
People younger than Peter Pan
Exposin' the truth, I'm closed in the booth
To show you the goose
That's holdin' the noose
Some old, rich recluse controllin' the juice
While the destitute people put a
Hole in your suit, it's Too Much

Ah, Too Much, too many people
(We all chase the buck
We all don't give a fuck)
Ah, Too Much, too many people
(We all got it tough, we all gon' live it up)
Ah, Too Much, too many people
(We all chase the buck
We all don't give a fuck)

Too Much, she doin' Too Much
Henny with the dutch, she about to lose touch
Stump with the blunt and, head like a pumpkin
Floss on the cross
Rob her when she start stuntin'
Try to say somethin'
But it sound like slurrrrrrr
Try to paint a picture
But it's all just blurrrrred
Truth told, got a heart made of gold
But the drank make her think she
Can kick it too cold
Actin' erratic like a killer on the row
Stackin' the cabbage
But she spend it at the show
At the bar, trickin' off like a star
Jack shots to the floor
Now she's slizzled on the wall
Nothin' free in this life, little shorty
Was a school girl, now she just wanna party
Actin' all grown, when she's gone
Chuck it all out on the metro phone
She Too Much

Ah, Too Much, too many people
(We all chase the buck
We all don't give a fuck)
Ah, Too Much, too many people
(We all got it tough, we all gon' live it up)
Ah, Too Much, too many people
(We all chase the buck
We all don't give a fuck)

Gettin' stupid at the light
Spinners on the scraper
East Bay slang, gang lookin' like Quakers
Man, y'all some Catholics, solve bad habit's
About five deep on two-way gadgets
I move past it, but everyone in traffic
Seems like they lost their mind real rapid
Cameras on bumpers, screens and big thumpers
Chrome off the lot, and that's no wonder
It's Hip Hop
They got your daughter with a grill
Rap music, a beast that can't be killed
Scantily clad gold diggers wanna chill
And chase the dream in case it's real
Fake thugs entertain now with amateur raps
Droppin' names and slandering naps
Pandering, it's tough enough to claim it
We seen it before, it's just the same shit

Ah, Too Much, too many people
(We all chase the buck
We all don't give a fuck)
Ah, Too Much, too many people
(We all got it tough, we all gon' live it up)
Ah, Too Much, too many people
(We all chase the buck
We all don't give a fuck)