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kembe x & alex wiley (the village) - tell they ass wassup lyrics

[verse 1 kembe x]

another day another picture of a n-gga on the news
get abused by a n-gga with some dollars
i ponder if i conjure up a village of some young, delinquent scholars
will i manage to bring honor to my father
i’ll never be done, nah, that ain’t where my head at
and i will never run, nah, that ain’t where my legs at
blessed with triple 7s, god’s grace and capacity for swaggery
the village way of life: another track, another casualty
..and that includes features
f-ck any authority and that includes teachers
and preachers
i stress that they lessons is social lectures
they opinions ain’t what they supposed to teach us
put me on the beat first, n-gga i’m wilin
peg leg t-shirt, n-gga i’m stylin
worst day of my life and a n-gga still smilin
thousands of plagues wouldn’t change me
a tase wouldn’t faze me
damage all my adversaries, you don’t wanna face me
i’m headed to my hood n-gga, you don’t wanna chase me
a lot of y’all gon run but not complete the race
and your sense of music’s tongueless so i don’t meet your tastes
f-ck a nun!
please don’t hate me, i’m a stranger in this b-tch
got a gun, please don’t make me up the banger in this b-tch
send it up, send it up! then ask me if i give a f-ck
no boy, n-gga f-ck?
wiley tell they -ss w-ssup!

[verse 2 alex wiley]

mamase, mamasa
mamaku f-ckin sa
went to sleep drunk, then woke up fried
i’m like d-mn, ‘where the f-ck was i?!’
now you know a n-gga keep two b’s rolled
sour d’s and blue cheese smoke
i keep these hoes on they knees though
like tim tebow after he scores
ask me do i give a f-ck, i be like who the f-ck are you
that master p cd your b-tch bought me exactly what i’mma f-ck her to
bumping ’bout it, bout it’
you know i pull out when i’m about to nut
better get the f-ck around me
you know i get loud when i’m about to nut
aghhh!!!
swaggin as if we couldn’t fail
i don’t give a f-ck about much n-gga, as if you couldn’t tell
i can and i won’t but you n-ggas be giving a big f-ck
drinking apple juice out my pimp cup
getting my d-ck sucked
smoke till i get stuck
wish you n-ggas good luck!
cause you ain’t got no chance against your mans
i break dance, hit me? f-ck around and break your hands against your mans
never stress over that little sh-t, b-tch always take it in stride
i lied
when it comes to jams, no jam will take me alive
b-tch

- kembe x alex wiley the village lyrics

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