Somewhat Gee by Young Hokus Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Dont give me a fucking mic, cause i'll kill that shit
I make it funky, cause i'll top bill that shit
I ain't a fighter much, but I'll fuck a nigga up
Cause I ain't even playin', this is a stick up
Fuckin' with me, this is your last mistake
Rappers outta breath, this is the asthma stage
Say something I don't like, and feel my rage
The most I've ever been paid, was minimum wage
And you listeners think I'm successful?
Shit, and nice? I am far from disrespectful
I like to give shows, call me projectful
These niggas can't do shit, get the stencil
These wanna-be's wanna be me, but tagging with pencil
They using Sharpies and carrying a couple of stickers
And they think they're badass, eating a Snickers
Plus posting shit all too much, posting wack pictures
They need to shutup before they get even sicker
[Verse 2]
These nympho type bitches need to get off my sack
These rappers need to quit before they get attacked
And these problems don't ever, ever go away
But yes I make mistakes, from day to day
I'll probably make one a day from today
But aside from today, my life is great
Oh, how was the past you say? fucked up
I don't like that shit for shit, so shutup
But I don't know about the future yet
And Latin Hustle ain't as big as Odd Future yet
And we don't really see our future yet
But there's girl in it so we know our future's wet
I already know that my shit be too gee
These stupid ass hoes don't need to tell me
I'm saying fuck you, so watch the fuck out
I'm way outta my own league, what's up now?!
I kinda like school, so I say fuck suspension
But I know I'm cool, I don't need fuckin' detention
I almost hate it as much as fuckin' friendship
I'm terrorizing shit, somewhat of an illuminati
Fucking with me, i'll leave your bones rotting
These bitches need to stop bitchin', get to the suckin' up
These rappers want shit?, i'll get to the fuckin' up
These shooters want a shootout?, i'll get to the tuckin' up
Ace be somewhat of a Step Brother, we're here to fuck shit up
[Verse 3]
This is not for the radio, too many cussin' words
I'm so fly, is that why I be fuckin' birds?
I dislike friends, but I hate my enemies
I dislike problems, but I hate ten of me
I dislike using force, but hate waistin' my energy
I love my life, but I'm hated like an allergy
I love my mind, but I'm forgotten like a memory
The bells ringing, so I let them ring
I ain't got shit yet, what the fuck is bling?
I only rap, cause I wouldn't like to sing
Latin Hustle Ravagers, Latin Hustle ravagin'
Latin Hustle Savagers, Latin Hustle savagin'
Latin Hustle Damagers, Latin Hustle damagin'
Young E be Somewhat Gee, that's how I roll
Latin Hustle be fuckin' Gee, that's how we roll
Shoutout to the Latin Hustlers Woods, Ace, and Flow
We got some guns, and we about to take control
We be Mic Murdererin' or maybe Killin' All
We on that First Impression shit, we don't stall
We killin' them Fake Assumers, we feelin' tall
We be The New Ones, and we ain't about to free fall
Dont give me a fucking mic, cause i'll kill that shit
I make it funky, cause i'll top bill that shit
I ain't a fighter much, but I'll fuck a nigga up
Cause I ain't even playin', this is a stick up
Fuckin' with me, this is your last mistake
Rappers outta breath, this is the asthma stage
Say something I don't like, and feel my rage
The most I've ever been paid, was minimum wage
And you listeners think I'm successful?
Shit, and nice? I am far from disrespectful
I like to give shows, call me projectful
These niggas can't do shit, get the stencil
These wanna-be's wanna be me, but tagging with pencil
They using Sharpies and carrying a couple of stickers
And they think they're badass, eating a Snickers
Plus posting shit all too much, posting wack pictures
They need to shutup before they get even sicker
[Verse 2]
These nympho type bitches need to get off my sack
These rappers need to quit before they get attacked
And these problems don't ever, ever go away
But yes I make mistakes, from day to day
I'll probably make one a day from today
But aside from today, my life is great
Oh, how was the past you say? fucked up
I don't like that shit for shit, so shutup
But I don't know about the future yet
And Latin Hustle ain't as big as Odd Future yet
And we don't really see our future yet
But there's girl in it so we know our future's wet
I already know that my shit be too gee
These stupid ass hoes don't need to tell me
I'm saying fuck you, so watch the fuck out
I'm way outta my own league, what's up now?!
I kinda like school, so I say fuck suspension
But I know I'm cool, I don't need fuckin' detention
I almost hate it as much as fuckin' friendship
I'm terrorizing shit, somewhat of an illuminati
Fucking with me, i'll leave your bones rotting
These bitches need to stop bitchin', get to the suckin' up
These rappers want shit?, i'll get to the fuckin' up
These shooters want a shootout?, i'll get to the tuckin' up
Ace be somewhat of a Step Brother, we're here to fuck shit up
[Verse 3]
This is not for the radio, too many cussin' words
I'm so fly, is that why I be fuckin' birds?
I dislike friends, but I hate my enemies
I dislike problems, but I hate ten of me
I dislike using force, but hate waistin' my energy
I love my life, but I'm hated like an allergy
I love my mind, but I'm forgotten like a memory
The bells ringing, so I let them ring
I ain't got shit yet, what the fuck is bling?
I only rap, cause I wouldn't like to sing
Latin Hustle Ravagers, Latin Hustle ravagin'
Latin Hustle Savagers, Latin Hustle savagin'
Latin Hustle Damagers, Latin Hustle damagin'
Young E be Somewhat Gee, that's how I roll
Latin Hustle be fuckin' Gee, that's how we roll
Shoutout to the Latin Hustlers Woods, Ace, and Flow
We got some guns, and we about to take control
We be Mic Murdererin' or maybe Killin' All
We on that First Impression shit, we don't stall
We killin' them Fake Assumers, we feelin' tall
We be The New Ones, and we ain't about to free fall