Текст песни Off The Wall

Let me ask this question real quick, umm

As far as the Smif-N-Wessun

And the name change and everything like that

Now how did that come about?

How did that evolve into the Cocoa Brovaz

And everything like that?

That was jealousy, man

That's all that is, man

(Jealousy, man)

Jealousy and ignorance, man

Yeah

Niggaz got me stressed, man

Oh, just burn a spliff, don't worry about that

In my pink Cadi, I have a [unverified]

Uncle Sam arms men to kill in the 'hood

I make 'em snap it, test it

My choice of weapon

That Smif-N-Wessun, try

Sue me for the namesake

Yo, who's pimpin'?

Yo, who's pimpin'?

I woke up in the morning, what did I see?

Unknown faces starin' down at me

First off with the flee as fear overpowered me

Chlorophyll got me ready to black, I can't breathe

Niggaz askin' me who's Smif and who's Wessun

We got you now we're lookin' for your partner

'Cause you're messin' with the incomin' currency

And frankly we don't give a fuck about your privacy

We been watchin' you for a while now

We know about the calls made back and forth

Down south word of mouth

You had your peoples workin' out

But I doubt you had 'em lookin' out

'Cause we can pick 'em out

Now we got 'em listed on our internet systems

Know about the crimes and the names of all their victims

Even got the pinpoint spotter where you hang

You got big dreams comin' 'round tryin' to change things

Let me say

Why they try to suffocate and stifle all of our intentions

They want our sufferations, trial and tribulations

Too much to mention

Well, tell them that we no 'fraid

We don't have a big gate

From every corner, angle, and section

[Unverified] not quite far

I see '99 in crystal ball
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Them city-order ducks softly walk

I got [unverified] by the government the other day

I opened it and read it, it said they was suin'

Said I couldn't move the way that I was movin'

And I couldn't do the things that I was doin'

Causin' mass confusion with the name that we was usin'

Said they gun sales was conflictin' with our music

Sent me multi-paid contracts just to prove it

The trademarks on belt-buckles, shirts, and knives

Ain't that the most off the wall shit you heard in your life

Probably heard his junior singin' Mr. Ripper's in your Area

Feel your heart skip a beat as I'm nearin' you

I'm hearin' ya, askin', "Yo seed, who was me?"

At the same time you break my classic CD

Run it to the phone callin' up [unverified]

I had it up to here with these damn rap neegers

They even got my local boys sayin' that stuff

I wanna draft my plain data for a million plush

I got a letter from the corporate the other day

I open and read it, they said they was suin'

Somethin' about we was causin' confusion

Wanted me and my son to change the name we was usin'

Had our associates nervous, soup, try to serve it

Got our investors actin' real shady tryin' to jerk us

Got Tek ready to break somethin'

I'm chillin' and stayed pumpin', say somethin'

I tell you why the frame won't even think nothin'

Hell fell

Oh, well

I yell

Swear

We gonna send 'em all to hell

Hell fell

Oh, well

I yell

Swear

We gonna send 'em all to hell

So you're hesitant

Where a brother quest to represent

I sense no hinder, gender, two-faced intent

In fact, cops signed the last government contract

Yeah, umm

So where's your first world war?

Now presently on tour, hardcore

Come on knockin' at your door

Your revolver took down many of '90's lords

Cut to that ad campaign, your gun stores

So they welcome your floor of a tribe called Cocoa