Hoodlums by E.B. Lyrics
[Verse]
White girl getting mad 'cuz I'm on some other shit
Call me dickhead, with a Bic head, writing shit said
Why so rude, half you crackers stay the same
Ball n' chain, aim the flame in a
Lame stereo, pan it, don't ban it
Like China, these mofos talking in tongues
I wish a silly nigga would, man
Pussy, fix your act, 'fore I kick that ass
Or chop it, sample Obiwan death
A Nigerian child with heart of Ghana
Been a problem, paradox
Said they wanted, orthodox flows, ho
Lemme go and say my shit, you throw a fit
Imma pivot, cut you shivin', like we sharing prison bunks
Some nigga runs to them county buildings up top
Digits run, with politicians scheming
How to take the money from the people
How to put 'em in a prison
How to strip 'em of they style, Bobby
Niggas be annoying whistle rockets in my ears
Niggas only come to me when they want music in they pockets, stop it, you novice
Be cautious of promise, false prophets
Who profit off grovel, how awful
Like one star brothel, I'm not those hoes
You stay promo, but stay local, huh
Maybe you should check your knees and your leeching needs
Comparatively, a rare breed is what I am
I go ham like Oscar Meyer
So, don't complain about the fire in your juvenile wire, sire
Best be quiet
Let the token blackie talk, inner child finna smile, crackpot denial
His style is so vile, he be like bile, he be a monster from the bayou
Gossip from these hoodlums
Make a boy wanna get a couple free bullets
And put it in his skull, goodness gracious
I lack patience like nations gone ape shit
We face shit, the cadence in my voice
Reflects another dead boy in the streets
Shit repeats, infinitely cynical
But physically a miracle, disguised in black
Cracking up, you hear Manny got a tape
And named a song, he called Hoodlums
White girl getting mad 'cuz I'm on some other shit
Call me dickhead, with a Bic head, writing shit said
Why so rude, half you crackers stay the same
Ball n' chain, aim the flame in a
Lame stereo, pan it, don't ban it
Like China, these mofos talking in tongues
I wish a silly nigga would, man
Pussy, fix your act, 'fore I kick that ass
Or chop it, sample Obiwan death
A Nigerian child with heart of Ghana
Been a problem, paradox
Said they wanted, orthodox flows, ho
Lemme go and say my shit, you throw a fit
Imma pivot, cut you shivin', like we sharing prison bunks
Some nigga runs to them county buildings up top
Digits run, with politicians scheming
How to take the money from the people
How to put 'em in a prison
How to strip 'em of they style, Bobby
Niggas be annoying whistle rockets in my ears
Niggas only come to me when they want music in they pockets, stop it, you novice
Be cautious of promise, false prophets
Who profit off grovel, how awful
Like one star brothel, I'm not those hoes
You stay promo, but stay local, huh
Maybe you should check your knees and your leeching needs
Comparatively, a rare breed is what I am
I go ham like Oscar Meyer
So, don't complain about the fire in your juvenile wire, sire
Best be quiet
Let the token blackie talk, inner child finna smile, crackpot denial
His style is so vile, he be like bile, he be a monster from the bayou
Gossip from these hoodlums
Make a boy wanna get a couple free bullets
And put it in his skull, goodness gracious
I lack patience like nations gone ape shit
We face shit, the cadence in my voice
Reflects another dead boy in the streets
Shit repeats, infinitely cynical
But physically a miracle, disguised in black
Cracking up, you hear Manny got a tape
And named a song, he called Hoodlums