Meat lyrics
Intro: *Alarm Sounds* Damn alarm clock I hate alarms clocks Hey babe I gotta get up Wake him up, take him to school Ima have that talk wit him Ima have that talk wit him Alright, yeah, Heeeeeey Real shit y'all.
Verse: I only got enough money for some hamburger meat but I still aint trippin that's the shit I like to eat but my son he like "Daddy this is all we got to eat?" I'm like son I'm bout to sign big time I'm downloadin beats and I'm bout to start writing to em and if the fans don't buy (fuck em) Ima kill em in they sleep Bring that extra cheese We gon eat some how Like Vietnamese (somehow) Chinese, Japanese Gettin dirty knees (fuck!) Make us a fuckin sack o G With the AR Automatic Uzi Machine All ya gotta do is wash it off and then put it in the freeze then we good for another couple o' weeks (MEAT!) When you get older like me You be tuckin the heat And if not, you You be stuck in the streets I wanna say ya mom love you but that's up to she And we gon do what we gotta do and that's get the meat Strange Music got my back there hopefully But if not see there really ain't no hope for me That mean we goin through the same situations That mean we gon keep go n do the same shit you hatin
Chorus: MEAT We gotta find somethin to eat Even if we gotta go do it on the street Even if we gotta go shootin wit the heat Even if we lie to you We gon get the meat
Verse2: I only got enough money for some Top Ramen Noodles My son lookin at me like he dont wanna come too close He saw me in the bathroom cryin, it was too late I couldn't even keep a straight face like a 2face [- From :http://www.elyrics.net/read/b/brotha-lynch-hung-lyrics/meat-lyrics.html -] All them mothafuckas around me, they was too fake I ain't got a album out, now they call me 'Too Late' Barbeque yesterday; Where da fuck was I at?? Football Game; Where's my mothafuckin Hi at?! I remember Lizmore Drive, even afta that Starin at my strange change, thinkin I ain't goin back I got a new life Ima get a new wife Ima get a new Nine I think it was due time No matter who's wrong or who's right Life is like shakin em up n rollin two dice, a thin slice And my old school homie like "Where you been Ice?" Marinatin, Stomach achin, shit ain't been right
Chorus extended (Hey Kev wake up x2)
Verse3: Lil Kevin wake up its school time, getcha clothes on Don't nobody love you like me, we in the O zone Twilight zone All we got to eat today is bullshit Time for you to pray but I don't pray I carry full clips You can't be like me cause I'm a fuck up And if we both fuckin up You gon be just like me It's gon be a tight squeeze We can get through this You my lil nigga So nigga we gon do dis (shit) I can count it on one hand Old as I am I can still count it on one hand We both Kevin Mann We both gotta stretch it out like a rubba band I got anotha plan I got a million of em Ima still come wit em Ima still run wit em We gotta keep it goin And then I'm done wit it Ima wash my hands Im hella broke but I don't dance
Chorus Outro: Alright son what time you get outta school? what? 2:30 Alright, you meet me down the street Where we usually meet at.. Im, I'm goin to get someone You just getcha fuckin ass in that fuckin class man Alright, love you.
these lyrics are submitted by Nick Ross a.k.a Aniimal Klown
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