Sunday, May 24, 2009

(Speedway) Speedball

This was maybe the third one I tried. A few people requested that I take a stab at this, and stab I did. I still feel badly about tearing up this beautiful song. But, it must be done.


When dat hamma' be comin' down
CHECK YO'SELF!

Bitches be lyin'
Day' be holdin' me back
Don' be pointin' to me
I neva' said, I neva' said
Day' all ain't true

So when dat hamma' be comin' down
CHECK YO'SELF!
CHECK REEL LOW
DOWN TO THE FLO'
Don' be frontin' up on me
You betta' check yo'self, yeah yeah
And when you be tryin'
To hit up on ma' ho
Ain't gonna happen
Ho don' flew da' coop
Bitches be lyin'
Day' be holdin' me back
Don' be pointin' to me
I neva' said, I neva' said
day' all ain't true


Ya' ain't gonna catch zzz'z
Until da' gangs dat want ya'
Finally shoot ya'
Nah, ain't gonna get me now
Ya won't be restin'
Till dat' black Caddy comes fo' ya'
Yeah, I gotcha now
Ain't gonna show dat grill
I'll make it shut reel good
Until ya' be representin' six foot unda'

Bitches be lyin'
Day' be holdin' me back
Don' be pointin' to me
I neva' said, I neva' said
Day' all ain't true
All dos' bitches dat by lyin'
Hate mail, fate mail
Day' all ain't true
Day' all ain't true
Day' ain't all bein' true

I neva' said
I neva' said
I coulda' been a rat
I coulda' pulled yo' ass down wit me
Layin' unda' da' ground beside me
Only cuz ya' jus' be knoin' me
But nah, I took it, always bein' tru
I ain't bein' stoopid, jus' da' way I am
But nah, I took it, always bein' tru
Jus' da' sick way I am

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