Lyrics

1/8/05 8:32pm ?XYZ?
Written By: Poverty ©2005Dawonne D. Jackson (614) 778-1925

V.1: Did her like this,did her like that,
In tha back of tha lac with the woofle ball bat.

Made a blitz to her crib then headed for tha sack,
Let her bounce on my lap like I bounce on tha track.

Since an itty bitty always been a little gritty,
Wipe the dirt off myself needs no pity.

City of Columbus, State of Ohio,
Where niggas?s a clean your clock like Dial.

Only way you surf my city is through the World Wide Web,
Might see me in some pics with a couple celebs.

Schooled to the dope game by a Trinadian Dread,
Told me the game don?t have a conscious it might leave me for dead.

Stayed in it for a minute made a few chips,
Kept my game tight neva hung with loose lips.

Always been about my paper muthafuck a hatta,
Ya nigga?s animated like phone screensavers.

Left tha door wide open for ya?ll niggas to see,
It?s like a Trinity, father, son & emcee.

This is real talk wingspan of a hawk,
Pack a hundred guns, a hundred clips like I?m from New York.

Hook 2x?s: Poppin? that shit might get you some attention,
But if your shit don?t glisten then it ain?t hittin?.

Leave you (holy) like the ghost that visit Christians,
Got the gift like Kwanzaa, Hanukkah & Christmas.

V.2: Lock your muthafuckin? doors,
And head for the hills nigga & hide yo? hoes.

Keep trippin? & you?ll be sleepin? where tha grass grows,
Heard your bitch kiss dicks like mislte toes.

I?m live everyday like MSNBC,
Catch me in tha club & you can get a round on me.

Tryin? to have my name poppin? like Kennedy,
Smoke QP?s bagged up off a couple of P?s.

This is actual livin? what a nigga givin?,
And I always say my prayers before I go sinnin?

Nigga I run these streets like cleats & athletes,
My crew so fuckin? deep you can call?em a fleet.

Got more story lines than Mark Twain,
Keep a crisp white tee like cocaine.

Break bread with my niggas like Sunday Communion,
Stage 2 of Armageddon starts with Soviet Union.

On tha grind everyday like coffe beans,
Stack doe so neat they call me Krispy Crème.

Keep this whole joint blazin? like a fire starter,
Cuz like Muslim & pork you don?t want no part of.

Hook 2x?s: Poppin? that shit might get you some attention,
But if your shit don?t glisten then it ain?t hittin?.

Leave you (holy) like the ghost that visit Christians,
Got the gift like Kwanzaa, Hanukkah & Christmas.

V.3: Hold up wait a minute; let me put my 2 scoops in it.

Before these niggas get up on all the doe,
Freak up all tha flows, pimp out all tha hoes.

I?m a bad muthafucka like Luke Skywalk,
Ram your whole team like Marshall Faulk.

So what it be homie, is you a bitch homie,
Well don?t be runnin? up on me like you pussy that know me.

If you near me muthafucka den I know you hear me,
Broadcast more lines den Peter Jennings.

Spread the word like buckshots that the kid is hot,
Invest in my CD like Nasdaq stock.

You no more of a come up den a fuckin? midget,
Out to have 7 figures like phone digits.

Protect my stash spot like a Columbian soldier,
And keep my models updated like Motorola.

Ride tracks with such a sway they call me Speedway,
The day I drop hits it?s known to be D-day.

Might rise up in tha dawn & do some push ups & sit ups,
Fell asleep with a stallion cuz I like the way that she get up, Nigga.


Hook 2x?s: Poppin? that shit might get you some attention,
But if your shit don?t glisten then it ain?t hittin?.

Leave you (holy) like the ghost that visit Christians,
Got the gift like Kwanzaa, Hanukkah & Christmas.