J-Kwon Lyrics

Album: Hood Hop

Hood Hop Lyrics

Im pretty sick and tired

 Im getting sick and tired

 Very sick and tired

 Homie

 

 [Verse 1]

 

 If I had a coop right now, it’ll be on E

 First time I feel I ain’t pretty, gimme TLC

 Raise ya hand mutha fucka if ya feel like me

 Live like me and ya know dis real like me

 Thers beef for da cats who aint got nuthin

 And humble too

 But damn fucked up shit hada humble you

 It ain’t ova it jus feel like it crumbled boom

 Now it diss you, said I wanna rumble too

 

 Now if ya sick and tired say it quick say it proud

 If ya sick and tired say it now say it loud

 Finally got the crowd poppin and crack cockran

 Gabbi represent’n St. Louis and ain’t stopping

 I’m sick and tired of this lame brain shit

 Kwon getting money, now Kwon getting fittyz

 Say whatever you say how you say its about me

 How look at this crowd be sick and tired without me

 

 [Hook]

 

 You aint gotta like me

 I aint gotta like you

 And I aint gotta like you

 You aint gotta me

 And You aint gotta like me

 I aint gotta like you

 First time its Fuck Me

 Then nigga its fuck you

 

 You aint gotta like me

 I aint gotta like you

 And I aint gotta like you

 You aint gotta me

 And You aint gotta like me

 I aint gotta like you

 First time its Fuck Me

 Then nigga its fuck you

 

 [Verse 2]

 

 I been bamboozled, too many times with fucken lood

 Dawg Im sick and, I’m sick and tired of ya gurlz

 Keep it Deuce Deuce, HOO, tucked in a room

 Fuck her, stash in da car, I Got Haash in the car

 Looken as they chink I got ass in they jaw

 Im tired of these hoes tryin to tell Kwon to go, Been Raw

 Im a gangsta mutha fucka, fuck who you are

 I told you Kwon been drinkin, then piss on the bar

 I don’t give a damn and you niggaz know it (know it)

 Im durty you pussy now where your pussy, J-Kwon gon’ show it

 Gunz im holding and you don’t wanna get ta trippin 

 One sqeez of the trigga, eerbody limpin

 Im from a block where eerbody crippin

 Eerbody sniffin, and eerbody pimpin

 J-Kwon and Trackboyz, this is tha take off

 And dude im sick and tired of takin shit, Take off

 

 [Hook]

 

 [Verse 3]

 

 Im high (ya me)

 Sumthin like Jay Z 

 Howz that cause I clap (ya me)

 Ya back (ya me)

 Strap (hella queen)

 Man ya know they clap? (ya me)

 Keep a stash in da dash for they all been rollin

 Bought or stolen im hardly will they, huhp, holding

 Cmon boy niggaz they cool off in da start, colding

 Don’t get mad at me cause that chick jaw, swollen

 Cause I kick they haters yaa

 Im like max-a-million 

 I make ya smack yaself with ya dick, beaters

 Ya click sweeter? you don’t have the time niggaz

 On the block ya don’t ever wanna battle rhyme niggaz

 But see a me right thurr

 I shine like a light burrn

 I look so bright I brought light to the night club

 Fucken with Kwon, ya must really like starz

 Im the black brand pink and this is tha fight club

 

 [Hook]