think twice - f-ck that lyrics
intro: mr. goodvibes
yeah, specifics good vibes think twice, uh huh, first time ever, are y’all ready
verse 1: mr. goodvibes
last night i went to exit to check sh+t
dead on my lexus, surprised they let me in the entrance (yeah)
to quench this, week full of stress
let it rest on the bar tab, and the dj’s next mix
but the scene different from when i was a teen, people leaned up
dj’s spinning the same cuts, what the f+ck (straight wack)
cause buck i’m still young
but i have to think back to remember when sh+t was still fun
all these w+nks puffing danks and these baller frauds
to let a corny hoe told who they entourage
movie stars with they camera on (actors)
have me almost taking hours lost, from what i saw doggy
it’s like
hook: mr. goodvibes
too many dj’s playing cd’s
mixing like it’s top 10 on bet, f+ck that
give me similac, give me skyzee, give me andy
give me some godfather b
too many clubs dressin on the dress code, let’s go
where they don’t mind when jeans hang low, f+ck that
give me blue dawg, lounge and buddha, give me kunta
give me some summer loofa
verse 2: golden boy
i show up the spot, i know what i got and go for a shot
they showoffs like holdin the rock, a wholesome rocks
a lot of em talk, if you see me at the tonic i’m top dog
for trying to get the f+ck out of dodge (gotta bounce)
top of the pot can suck my ding ding dong
no hats can touch my tra+la+la
so wack be the sl+ts and hoes
both thugs saying stuff like “hold me back”
let’s go to the clubs till the buds to roll like doves on chrome
you studying on em shows with bust whips
chuck’s team will f+ck cups like f+ck this
we strut when we hit the structure up b+tch
too many people on they own diggy
couldn’t pitch a low for the city in it for the dough really
f+ck that
gimme burnt out, gimme half dead
gimme scurve ass, broke down hip hop heads
let’s go
it’s too many crooks and too many cooks
the king of new york’s that didn’t read too many books
f+ck that
gimme lo+fi, gimme mo cuts
from the unknown side of what’s bumpin in the trucks though
verse 3: mr. goodvibes
no names are situations (why)
this occasion goodie spectating, local patriots had to stage it (no names)
kid with his roster was soft dog he gave his all (all)
can’t even call about the aerosol went out as flawless
that’s when i started this love of art just call like bomb it
now more than ever trust this emcee wanna get up on it (here i come)
minute but change but be happy that i stood and fought it
enough time and money still no returns on my deposit
some see the line and grind, some of them jump on side
spitting with foolish pride, never seein eye to eye
and sh+t i and i in these troubled times choose to wise
rapping for freedom trust my team and seekin peace of mind
hook: mr. goodvibes
too many beats sound familiar
n+ggas spit live, swear they hype but i ain’t feelin ya n+gga
f+ck that gimme think twice, let me specify
gimme me lex tie, gimme some velvet trench vibe
the seam seam kinda weakin em tea
emcees need sleep or some motherf+ckin trees
f+ck that, gimme lotus, ganghi’s c
gimme wale, gimme some comma g
verse 3: golden boy
too many rappers act sweet where the scene is a joke
and all gased over half asses beats, f+ck no
gimme d+shay, gimme jay lee, gimme chromeo
with the flying beat, let the beat play
it’s all good when you’re all gone wood
in your small hood, everybody all can’t ball look dog
gimme new sh+t, gimme juice to sip
she always like “gimme a tip, gimme some music”
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