CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Oh No
Yo, Don
When you get a chance you gotta send me this part for your a capella because I just have the rough mix
Either that or, you know me, I'll just leave it like this, I don't even care
Matter of fact, let's leave it like this, yeah
Driving down the street and you see the police red and blue up in your rear view
Your girl found a rubber in the trash can after coming home from work to see you
Really can't quit your job cuz you know you need it but the check ain't cuttin' it
You get a letter from the Maury show about a girl who said she pregnant and she got your kid
Blue lights flashing
On that Rodney King action
Liquor on your breath with a half-empty flask (DAMN!)
It was all good just fifteen ago
When you were tipping strippers at the party
Sipping having toasts
But was it really all good?
Man, really, think about it
You're broke, dog
You really couldn't afford that new outfit
Coulda did without it
But the quest to stay fresh
Got you bumming gas money
And your Sprints on disconnect
So you missed that call about an interview for a new job
And that broad that wants to make up for giving you blue balls
Should've hollered at her girl, though
She was f**king and she strips for a living
So you could've juiced on something
The snowball effect
Where everything acc*mulates
And the most obscure sh*t just adds up to ill fate
But chill, wait
You gotta pass that sobriety test
And you left your driver's license back at home on your desk
Damn
When you get a chance you gotta send me this part for your a capella because I just have the rough mix
Either that or, you know me, I'll just leave it like this, I don't even care
Matter of fact, let's leave it like this, yeah
Driving down the street and you see the police red and blue up in your rear view
Your girl found a rubber in the trash can after coming home from work to see you
Really can't quit your job cuz you know you need it but the check ain't cuttin' it
You get a letter from the Maury show about a girl who said she pregnant and she got your kid
Blue lights flashing
On that Rodney King action
Liquor on your breath with a half-empty flask (DAMN!)
It was all good just fifteen ago
When you were tipping strippers at the party
Sipping having toasts
But was it really all good?
Man, really, think about it
You're broke, dog
You really couldn't afford that new outfit
Coulda did without it
But the quest to stay fresh
Got you bumming gas money
And your Sprints on disconnect
So you missed that call about an interview for a new job
And that broad that wants to make up for giving you blue balls
Should've hollered at her girl, though
She was f**king and she strips for a living
So you could've juiced on something
The snowball effect
Where everything acc*mulates
And the most obscure sh*t just adds up to ill fate
But chill, wait
You gotta pass that sobriety test
And you left your driver's license back at home on your desk
Damn
