Brotha Lynch Hung Meat
Intro: *Alarm Sounds*
Damn alarm clock
I hate alarms clocks
Hey babe I gotta get up
Wake him up, take him to school
Ima have that talk wit him
Ima have that talk wit him
Alright, yeah, Heeeeeey
Real shit y'all.
Verse:
I only got enough money for some hamburger
meat
but I still aint trippin that's the shit I like to eat
but my son he like "Daddy this is all we got to
eat?"
I'm like son I'm bout to sign big time I'm
downloadin beats
and I'm bout to start writing to em
and if the fans don't buy (fuck em)
Ima kill em in they sleep
Bring that extra cheese
We gon eat some how
Like Vietnamese (somehow)
Chinese, Japanese
Gettin dirty knees (fuck!)
Make us a f..ckin sack o G
With the AR
Automatic Uzi Machine
All ya gotta do is wash it off and then put it in
the freeze then we good for another couple o'
weeks (MEAT!)
When you get older like me
You be tuckin the heat
And if not, you
You be stuck in the streets
I wanna say ya mom love you but that's up to
she
And we gon do what we gotta do and that's get
the meat
Strange Music got my back there hopefully
But if not see there really ain't no hope for me
That mean we goin through the same situations
That mean we gon keep go n do the same shit
you hatin
Chorus:
MEAT
We gotta find somethin to eat
Even if we gotta go do it on the street
Even if we gotta go shootin wit the heat
Even if we lie to you
We gon get the meat
Verse2:
I only got enough money for some Top Ramen
Noodles
My son lookin at me like he dont wanna come
too close
He saw me in the bathroom cryin, it was too
late
I couldn't even keep a straight face like a 2face
All them mothafuckas around me, they was too
fake
I ain't got a album out, now they call me 'Too
Late'
Barbeque yesterday; Where da f..ck was I at??
Football Game; Where's my mothafuckin Hi at?!
I remember Lizmore Drive, even afta that
Starin at my strange change, thinkin I ain't goin
back
I got a new life
Ima get a new wife
Ima get a new Nine
I think it was due time
No matter who's wrong or who's right
Life is like shakin em up n rollin two dice, a thin
slice
And my old school homie like "Where you been
Ice?"
Marinatin, Stomach achin, shit ain't been right
Chorus extended
(Hey Kev wake up x2)
Verse3:
Lil Kevin wake up its school time, getcha clothes
on
Don't nobody love you like me, we in the O zone
Twilight zone
All we got to eat today is bullshit
Time for you to pray but I don't pray I carry full
clips
You can't be like me cause I'm a f..ck up
And if we both f..ckin up
You gon be just like me
It's gon be a tight squeeze
We can get through this
You my lil nigga
So nigga we gon do dis (shit)
I can count it on one hand
Old as I am
I can still count it on one hand
We both Kevin Mann
We both gotta stretch it out like a rubba band
I got anotha plan
I got a million of em
Ima still come wit em
Ima still run wit em
We gotta keep it goin
And then I'm done wit it
Ima wash my hands
Im hella broke but I don't dance
Chorus
Outro:
Alright son
what time you get outta school?
what? 2:30
Alright, you meet me down the street
Where we usually meet at..
Im, I'm goin to get someone
You just getcha f..ckin ass in that f..ckin class
man
Alright, love you.
