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prodigy of mobb deep - can't complain lyrics

[intro: prodigy, (big twins)]
[telephone ringing]
h-llo… h-llo…
(yo what up, man)
who the f-ck is this?
(who the f-ck it sound like, man?)
what the f-ck you calling so early for, man. f-ck time is it man
(it’s like 3 o’clock, man, thought you was coming to get me, man!?!)
sh-t, my bad son
(please, man, come get me man, before i choke this b-tch, man!
hurry up son, man it’s like 90 man, let’s get some hoes or something)
come on, come on

what up, dun
same ol’ sh-t
no doubt, ain’t nothing new…
let’s take a little spin, dun, word up

[verse 1: prodigy]
yo… open my wings to a new day spread my lungs
get laced, jump in the whip, stash the guns
twist the key, shifted to d then flee
before anything, get the daily dose of choke
we got the benzo flooded with smoke on the float
my eye’s burnin’ from the dope k!llin’ my throat
lean my seat a taste, lumbar support
on the belt doin’ 90 or more
debatin’ on the latest rhyme wars
where units don’t count
but your rap pay add up to large amounts
get my thrills puttin’ other n-gga’s sk!lls to sleep
catch chills off a infamous beats
swing the trees doin’ one-handed u’ees
blowin’ on the ouwee cause we can’t have the medicine canoein’
there go the boys to the right, no days and nights like that
ay yo dunn, hold that down and turn it around
dirty as f-ck, thugs drugs and guns, d’s and fatigues
t n t hopin’ out of mpv’s
surprise all f-ck out of me
got rubber glocks pointed at me
ay yo twin, what the f-ck

[verse 2: twin gambino]
they had us layed out on the ground holdin’ us down
with gats to back of our heads was goin’ down
“it wasn’t us that held up that b-tch you got
where’s the proof, man, let me speak to my attorney.”
i know the routine, don’t try to throw me
i been gettin’ knocked since 12 and my moms tried to scold me
but all that told me to get in more sh-t
ay yo p, (what up) you my co-d, we both get knocked
what you did with that half’a tree? (right in my sock.)
yo, i hope these f-ckin’ d-cks won’t find the stash spot
dunn, you know how i get down
yo i’m ready to bounce
do the 100 yard-dash and tear -ss
if my other half was alive we woulda got k!llt
’cause dunn woulda went for the guns and got ill
plus i got cracks on me, they found the cracks on me
looked at ’em, gave ’em back to me
i could’ve swore they was takin’ us in
then the lady in the car said, “that’s not them.”
picked us up, told me i could keep the drugs
they didn’t give a f-ck, they was only lookin’ for guns
and you ain’t gotta tell us twice
we hopped in the car and slid off
on our way uptown for more of that funk
p lit the tree back up
got off the triborough, hit the henry huds’
“f-ck it, let’s slide through the ruckers.”
roll the windows down cuz infamous mobb bumpers…

[verse 3: prodigy]
skip to my lou had the crowd jumpin’
took a walk through the park frontin’
didn’t even have to hurt nuttin’
man i love it, ain’t nothin’ like summer in new york
hear infamous thoughts, then the dream team music starts
d-mn, we young black entrepreneurs
new york pr-cks and d-cks can’t stop our floss
we like organized crime, the f-ckin’ mobb
i’m only twenty-six playin’ wit’ serious cards
dead serious cash, luxurious labs
learn to balance fame with pain, you can’t complain

[chorus: ch-nky]
just another day, livin’ in the hood
just another day around the way
feelin’ good today
oh no we can’t complain
just another day livin’ in new york
dealin’ with the jakes and the snakes
feelin’ good today
we hit ’em up cuz we here to stay

- prodigy of mobb deep lyrics

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