CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Nuthin’ But a Me Thang
One, two, three and to the four, it’s young Bibby on a tape and here to spit another flow
“Not Sure” was just my entrance, I’m far from done, I’ve been out here havin’ too much fun
Find a beat to defeat, I can do it so humble, but when it comes to the Doc, ain’t sh*t to do but stunt, yo
Head honcho, the king, at the top, I want the same thing so you know I won’t stop
At my shows I see hoes rockin’ ponchos, it ain’t even pourin’ I come out and pussies pop though
No, I’m not froze, I don’t rock ice, but I wouldn’t mind a Roley to keep track of the time while I’m livin’ out my life
That’d be nice, but I’m broke right now and that’s a pricey device
And I’m thankful to say I no longer have that vice, lemme blame it on my sales of a slice
“Wait, what dawg? How you buy a Beamer with a pizza?” That’s just what I tell the cops I’m talkin’ ‘bout the reefer
Little bit of white girl when I need her, flip what I can cop, clean it up, then repeat, UH
Take some notes on the next GOAT up, take a seat, y’all ain’t got nothin’ on me
HOOK
I’m a great, you’re a lame, that’s just how it goes
Detonate every day when I spit my flows
Elevate, eradicate these rappers though
Go and tell ‘em somethin’ they already know
So I’m beastin’ from the east and then I’m feastin’
Freak-a-leek’n on the beav that I’ve been eatin’
Pretty evident that I’m not from the streets
But this the track they finna bump with the record on repeat
Hope it makes it to the D-R-E, so he can see that me, K Bibbles got that artistry
Spits it lyrically, feelin’ oh so free, then the G’s be flowin’ naturally
Tryna smoke a blunt with Snoop D-O double G, and just chill, let the weed get the best of me
I’m too ill for none of this to go down for me… y’all ain’t got nothin’ on me
“Not Sure” was just my entrance, I’m far from done, I’ve been out here havin’ too much fun
Find a beat to defeat, I can do it so humble, but when it comes to the Doc, ain’t sh*t to do but stunt, yo
Head honcho, the king, at the top, I want the same thing so you know I won’t stop
At my shows I see hoes rockin’ ponchos, it ain’t even pourin’ I come out and pussies pop though
No, I’m not froze, I don’t rock ice, but I wouldn’t mind a Roley to keep track of the time while I’m livin’ out my life
That’d be nice, but I’m broke right now and that’s a pricey device
And I’m thankful to say I no longer have that vice, lemme blame it on my sales of a slice
“Wait, what dawg? How you buy a Beamer with a pizza?” That’s just what I tell the cops I’m talkin’ ‘bout the reefer
Little bit of white girl when I need her, flip what I can cop, clean it up, then repeat, UH
Take some notes on the next GOAT up, take a seat, y’all ain’t got nothin’ on me
HOOK
I’m a great, you’re a lame, that’s just how it goes
Detonate every day when I spit my flows
Elevate, eradicate these rappers though
Go and tell ‘em somethin’ they already know
So I’m beastin’ from the east and then I’m feastin’
Freak-a-leek’n on the beav that I’ve been eatin’
Pretty evident that I’m not from the streets
But this the track they finna bump with the record on repeat
Hope it makes it to the D-R-E, so he can see that me, K Bibbles got that artistry
Spits it lyrically, feelin’ oh so free, then the G’s be flowin’ naturally
Tryna smoke a blunt with Snoop D-O double G, and just chill, let the weed get the best of me
I’m too ill for none of this to go down for me… y’all ain’t got nothin’ on me
