Lirik Lagu P's & Q's - Saukrates
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Captiol Hill, yeah(Chorus)Ain't nobody with the skills we gotPutting shit together just to form another plotBetter be on your P's and Q'sHere's a message from me to you, bloowAin't nobody with the skills we gotAlways putting shit together just to form another plotBetter be on your P's and Q'sHere's a message from me to you, bloow
Verse 1:I break you off a little somethingThere ain't no reason to be frontin'He sat with a cold blunt in hand, other nothingPick up my pen, beginTo let my mind bend againRush with thoughts, bust, discuss how I'm finishingCleaning niggas off, you just a pig who need a bigger troughWhile I chill on the land of the loreWith your raps sound softBeats never coming offHow you feel? I know you thought you were reeeaallLosing you skill, what's the deal?Peeling caps on you recordInterludes on some y'all ain't even seen real stealImagine if you will kid, getting ill on a recordMaking dough, but it's your own shit stillNow's time to play big Will niggaAfter you learn how to play the field, rocking the act vigorTrigger in you clutchesRemembering the time you thought of doing niggasSpoke about the dutchesNew style every month from Tony TouchesYou capitalize on franchise type of shitGeneric in your eyesNo name brand the sameBut can't even do it like the orginal FameGet that ass out the gameNigga, what!
(Chorus)
Honey! Where do you think you're going with my money?Broke you off last week, Yo!Girl listen funny, you thinking you're runnin'On some different type shitBut your position at present could get your wig splitBaby, what!I know we cool like that because, we known each other for yearsAnd all the time we was on the same levelBut you turned up the trebleNot me I became a hip-hop MCOn the other hand, babeeYou think of profiling as an acuvision (?)Last year was a different situationHanging out with the niggas, when you were in need to kick backSmoking BDs, mixing hash with weedDenim and army fatiguesYou were never afraid to put degrees on a nigga who slapped up ya seatNow you're chilling with some type Johnny G type of catPut you up in the cribNow you think you're all thatFly DKNY, Versace panties on your assBut, your son's looking like crass and tripping up in classCorrect that bullshit, fast!And quit coming around my niggas begging for cashThat's you boyfriend's taskI heard he 'tacked you up really bad the other day'Cause I can hear your seed screaming, running my wayTime to talk to that fool, cause my sons don't playAh, honey, next time you change, don't strayYou hear me?
(Chorus)
Ain't nobody, skills we got,Ain't nobody, Saukrates y'allBetter be on your P's and Q'sHere's a message from me to you, bloow
Verse 1:I break you off a little somethingThere ain't no reason to be frontin'He sat with a cold blunt in hand, other nothingPick up my pen, beginTo let my mind bend againRush with thoughts, bust, discuss how I'm finishingCleaning niggas off, you just a pig who need a bigger troughWhile I chill on the land of the loreWith your raps sound softBeats never coming offHow you feel? I know you thought you were reeeaallLosing you skill, what's the deal?Peeling caps on you recordInterludes on some y'all ain't even seen real stealImagine if you will kid, getting ill on a recordMaking dough, but it's your own shit stillNow's time to play big Will niggaAfter you learn how to play the field, rocking the act vigorTrigger in you clutchesRemembering the time you thought of doing niggasSpoke about the dutchesNew style every month from Tony TouchesYou capitalize on franchise type of shitGeneric in your eyesNo name brand the sameBut can't even do it like the orginal FameGet that ass out the gameNigga, what!
(Chorus)
Honey! Where do you think you're going with my money?Broke you off last week, Yo!Girl listen funny, you thinking you're runnin'On some different type shitBut your position at present could get your wig splitBaby, what!I know we cool like that because, we known each other for yearsAnd all the time we was on the same levelBut you turned up the trebleNot me I became a hip-hop MCOn the other hand, babeeYou think of profiling as an acuvision (?)Last year was a different situationHanging out with the niggas, when you were in need to kick backSmoking BDs, mixing hash with weedDenim and army fatiguesYou were never afraid to put degrees on a nigga who slapped up ya seatNow you're chilling with some type Johnny G type of catPut you up in the cribNow you think you're all thatFly DKNY, Versace panties on your assBut, your son's looking like crass and tripping up in classCorrect that bullshit, fast!And quit coming around my niggas begging for cashThat's you boyfriend's taskI heard he 'tacked you up really bad the other day'Cause I can hear your seed screaming, running my wayTime to talk to that fool, cause my sons don't playAh, honey, next time you change, don't strayYou hear me?
(Chorus)
Ain't nobody, skills we got,Ain't nobody, Saukrates y'allBetter be on your P's and Q'sHere's a message from me to you, bloow
