作词 : B., Gardner, Parker Ah, ahhh, huh.. Ain't no shorts gon' be taken, word up [Chorus 2X: Heather B] If headz only knew how I felt about the rap game They'd know - I ain't goin out If headz only knew how I felt about the rap game They'd know - I ain't goin out [Heather B] "I'm Every Woman," like Whitney, and Chaka I sparks the green lye, the choc' thai, that good ganja I stay mad bent, twisted up like a pretzel Rainin on hoes in weak shows like Tempest Bledsoe My head so heavy, heavy-headed, heavy-handed It be these wild *****z that I roll and stand with I be rhymin 'til dusk, bout trials and triumph My grill be like what? *****z know, I don't give a ***** I stay in touch with the streets, the corners Employed by the people, start slackin, a goner You wanna know why I keep it real, cause it's easy ***** the fancy *******t, it's the simple things that please me I sports fat gear, along with no name *******t As long as I got me some cash, I don't care who name on my hip I'm doin *******t for noventa-seis That's nine-six in Spanish, why don't your wack ass vanish [Chorus] [Heather B] Demolition done, competition none Reputation unsung strong long ground what I got verbals, got herbals, and antihistamines I'm herbally and verbally distributin you listenin It's more to it, than a Lex and duplex Don't sell *** or 'mote *** sells, I got more respect Dressed in jeans, Gortex and striped rugbies with the strength of fifty-four *****z, word, that love me Hoes ain't ready for the *******t I got And when I finally rock they'll see I turned it up a notch No more comin, but yo' crack is wide open or try to be hardcore, claimin, you totin I hope that you be hopin, when I'm rhymin, I'm jokin My tech', is more complex than ***** smokin Senile, it's time that I get more agile Style versatile, ***** doin a minute, in the penile Attitude hostile, intelligently hostile Not just the rhymes but my frame of mind will drop you [Chorus] [Heather B] To all the doubters, givin they opinion My rhyme style winnin so I'll just keep spittin Yeah, I'm just nasty like that and I don't give a ***** no more ***** that herb and his whore, cause yo in my last game of freestylin I dropped fifty They did me none, mad jump shots and add ones And then the tech', for bringin ******* down by they neck Yo stop it, now there's no need to get wrecked You play wild, but my style was flagrant and it's foul I'll have you wipin *******t wit'cho white towel I crashed yo' bust cause you don't think when you shoot that made it way back downcourt and caught a ill alley-oop OOH! Heather B, y'all ain't know I get up Plus I make my lay-ups, so all you heffers shut the ***** UP A team player, strategy the full court press up Fat jersey and a baggy short Guess Yeah, I even spotted 'em ten and did damage Let them pick the refs plus they had home court advantage But even then, I'm not one to underestimate So the whole forty-eight I banged out in the paint And when it all, was put on the line Tied score, second left in double overtime These ******* went and fouled me, they must not know that in the clutch, Heather B was gon' sink both free throws [Chorus]
作词 : B., Gardner, Parker Ah, ahhh, huh.. Ain't no shorts gon' be taken, word up [Chorus 2X: Heather B] If headz only knew how I felt about the rap game They'd know - I ain't goin out If headz only knew how I felt about the rap game They'd know - I ain't goin out [Heather B] "I'm Every Woman," like Whitney, and Chaka I sparks the green lye, the choc' thai, that good ganja I stay mad bent, twisted up like a pretzel Rainin on hoes in weak shows like Tempest Bledsoe My head so heavy, heavy-headed, heavy-handed It be these wild *****z that I roll and stand with I be rhymin 'til dusk, bout trials and triumph My grill be like what? *****z know, I don't give a ***** I stay in touch with the streets, the corners Employed by the people, start slackin, a goner You wanna know why I keep it real, cause it's easy ***** the fancy *******t, it's the simple things that please me I sports fat gear, along with no name *******t As long as I got me some cash, I don't care who name on my hip I'm doin *******t for noventa-seis That's nine-six in Spanish, why don't your wack ass vanish [Chorus] [Heather B] Demolition done, competition none Reputation unsung strong long ground what I got verbals, got herbals, and antihistamines I'm herbally and verbally distributin you listenin It's more to it, than a Lex and duplex Don't sell *** or 'mote *** sells, I got more respect Dressed in jeans, Gortex and striped rugbies with the strength of fifty-four *****z, word, that love me Hoes ain't ready for the *******t I got And when I finally rock they'll see I turned it up a notch No more comin, but yo' crack is wide open or try to be hardcore, claimin, you totin I hope that you be hopin, when I'm rhymin, I'm jokin My tech', is more complex than ***** smokin Senile, it's time that I get more agile Style versatile, ***** doin a minute, in the penile Attitude hostile, intelligently hostile Not just the rhymes but my frame of mind will drop you [Chorus] [Heather B] To all the doubters, givin they opinion My rhyme style winnin so I'll just keep spittin Yeah, I'm just nasty like that and I don't give a ***** no more ***** that herb and his whore, cause yo in my last game of freestylin I dropped fifty They did me none, mad jump shots and add ones And then the tech', for bringin ******* down by they neck Yo stop it, now there's no need to get wrecked You play wild, but my style was flagrant and it's foul I'll have you wipin *******t wit'cho white towel I crashed yo' bust cause you don't think when you shoot that made it way back downcourt and caught a ill alley-oop OOH! Heather B, y'all ain't know I get up Plus I make my lay-ups, so all you heffers shut the ***** UP A team player, strategy the full court press up Fat jersey and a baggy short Guess Yeah, I even spotted 'em ten and did damage Let them pick the refs plus they had home court advantage But even then, I'm not one to underestimate So the whole forty-eight I banged out in the paint And when it all, was put on the line Tied score, second left in double overtime These ******* went and fouled me, they must not know that in the clutch, Heather B was gon' sink both free throws [Chorus]
