So Serious
See?
What makes a guy like me so serious?
I'll tell you right now
Y'all know who it is, the one and only berzerk
Joey
(What makes a guy like me) a few things, look
You niggas couldn't fuck the broads I choose
Couldn't push the rides that I cruise, niggas couldn't tie my shoes
I've been all around the world
You niggas ain't men, y'all are girls, niggas couldn't bench what I curl
Shouldn't be a question about your favorite rapper
And my label got me questioning my favorite rapper
So I broke hard, one man gang, no squad
No Cailis needed to go hard, listen
It's not rappin', I'm spittin' 'bout everythin' that happened
In a few bars, twenty five years get packed in
No regrets 'til my days up
Can't be Pat Ewing lookin back on that lay-up
When you hood like me, you pull up in that Taurus
Still turnin' down pussy, you get too many offers
My guard's up, too many crossed us
Nowadays not enough chiefs and it's too many bosses
I'm for real wit' it
Everybody can't be a boss man
Everybody can't have weight, somebody gotta have bags
Everybody can't have a brick, somebody gotta have an O around here somewhere
Man lets just be for real about it
As if y'all needed to be reminded
I don't look for trouble, I just help a nigga find it
A & R feel like everybody the one
I walk around feelin' like everybody my son, one
Shorty feelin' the God, I can't blame her
And kicked down the door and came through like Kramer (word)
Now find a nigga better than that
I walked out the movie "Source" and started settin' my trap
And I don't yap about how I move wit' all the guns
Like a hustlers dance, can't do that where I'm from, son
Talk to me, if it's about a buck, heavy cream
On my Eric Bana shit, fuck everythin'
They thought that I would go astray, but I won't
David Banner may have time to play, but I don't
'Cause I spit the cane wit' ease
And I can't just freeze, not until this whole game's febreezed
Motherfuckers
We need some new shit goin' on around here
Too much of the same syncopated, repetitive shit
Too much of them pscyho man, can't be playin' this shit
You see it
(So serious) don't worry though, mixtapes missed me
I missed y'all too man
(You niggas trash) I'm back
Lethal all while they niggas get comfortable
Them niggas don't know how to act man
Bitch started talkin' about take overs and shit
Ain't none of that happen, ain't nobody takin' over
That why I'm still here in New Jersey
(So serious) AKA that dude, AKA the one and only
AKA fuck nigga, AKA hustle and flow nigga
I do it all for the boys
(So serious)
What makes a guy like me so serious?
I'll tell you right now
Y'all know who it is, the one and only berzerk
Joey
(What makes a guy like me) a few things, look
You niggas couldn't fuck the broads I choose
Couldn't push the rides that I cruise, niggas couldn't tie my shoes
I've been all around the world
You niggas ain't men, y'all are girls, niggas couldn't bench what I curl
Shouldn't be a question about your favorite rapper
And my label got me questioning my favorite rapper
So I broke hard, one man gang, no squad
No Cailis needed to go hard, listen
It's not rappin', I'm spittin' 'bout everythin' that happened
In a few bars, twenty five years get packed in
No regrets 'til my days up
Can't be Pat Ewing lookin back on that lay-up
When you hood like me, you pull up in that Taurus
Still turnin' down pussy, you get too many offers
My guard's up, too many crossed us
Nowadays not enough chiefs and it's too many bosses
I'm for real wit' it
Everybody can't be a boss man
Everybody can't have weight, somebody gotta have bags
Everybody can't have a brick, somebody gotta have an O around here somewhere
Man lets just be for real about it
As if y'all needed to be reminded
I don't look for trouble, I just help a nigga find it
A & R feel like everybody the one
I walk around feelin' like everybody my son, one
Shorty feelin' the God, I can't blame her
And kicked down the door and came through like Kramer (word)
Now find a nigga better than that
I walked out the movie "Source" and started settin' my trap
And I don't yap about how I move wit' all the guns
Like a hustlers dance, can't do that where I'm from, son
Talk to me, if it's about a buck, heavy cream
On my Eric Bana shit, fuck everythin'
They thought that I would go astray, but I won't
David Banner may have time to play, but I don't
'Cause I spit the cane wit' ease
And I can't just freeze, not until this whole game's febreezed
Motherfuckers
We need some new shit goin' on around here
Too much of the same syncopated, repetitive shit
Too much of them pscyho man, can't be playin' this shit
You see it
(So serious) don't worry though, mixtapes missed me
I missed y'all too man
(You niggas trash) I'm back
Lethal all while they niggas get comfortable
Them niggas don't know how to act man
Bitch started talkin' about take overs and shit
Ain't none of that happen, ain't nobody takin' over
That why I'm still here in New Jersey
(So serious) AKA that dude, AKA the one and only
AKA fuck nigga, AKA hustle and flow nigga
I do it all for the boys
(So serious)
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Anthony Budden, Joell Ortiz, Abraham Orellana
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