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lyrics
Mess With feat. Kronic Plague
I met this cat in the latter stage of high school
Loved the simple beauty of women as much as i do
He had his own woman but admired mine too
Mind you, he had intentions of being unfaithful
I'm a brother that is not an easy guy to anger
Fuck around with mine, one time, now you're in danger
Seen him on Reseda, with his chick, in his whip
With fear in his eyes, green light, decided to dip
‘Cause he got a BMW now he think he big shit
Catch him on my street now he working out his stick shift
Check this, hopped onto the freeway with a quickness
The way he changing lanes looking he scared shitless
A shook one, though we went our own way
If I catch his slipping this is what I'm gonna say
“Mess with mine, boy? Shit, I don't play”
Bitch moves plus snake fools equals bala with your name (BLAAAH)
Who's that? (Who’s that?)
Watch out! (Watch out!)
Mess With Mine?
Oh my god
Yo, you gotta get on this like it’s your only whip
Take it way past the blunt wraps and the Henny sips
Information from one, pass it down becomes a gun
Aim for the head. Pull the trigger living life you having fun?
Punk motherfucker, you think I won’t catch you?
Sneaking like a ninja. Dollar signs up in you?
Eyes see the lies. Use dealership swagger
The fuck you waiting for? Gun claps to warn you
No time for bullshitting. Save it for a kitten
Better make sure she’s not the honey that I’m dippin’
Status rearrange it’s changed not good for you
Your world already fucking them kids that want to spoil you
“I told you”. Man, you’re just a sidekick like Manolo
Boy wonder character fronting hard is a no-no
You don’t know who it is? Stop making false assumptions
Glen Exaktoh (Moving on you’re weak production)
32 got you dropping underground Eagle Rock
And dirty perving bridging grounds bless ‘em up inject the sounds
At the function, chilling lamping with The Proof
‘Tang ina, mess with mine? Feel the heat like the roof
Who's that? (Who’s that?)
Watch out! (Watch out!)
Mess With Mine?
Oh my god
Oh my god, let’s alleviate the drama
Messin’ with my money is like messin’ with my momma
I don’t even wanna tell ya, how that really make me wanna
Well imagine you a ant & my foot is steppin’ on ya
Payback is a bitch & when that bitch want you call her
You better apologize & show her all the shit you bought her
Find ya self in a bad spot messin’ with mine
Like tryin’ to buy toilet paper and the debit decline
I know this fooligan, robbed some dudes that I introduced to him
And even made it seem like I had some shit to do with it
So now I can’t wait til’ I see him in the street
It’s going down like James Brown unless he see me & retreat
Maybe it’s just the way I was raised by momma
But I don’t mess around, homie. I believe in karma
So, just know, it’s a lesson in life
Any & every time that you messin’ with mine, homie
Who's that? (Who’s that?)
Watch out! (Watch out!)
Mess With Mine?
Oh my god
from Rhythm Natives,
released October 19, 2010
(M. Fabros, R. Fabros, A. Friedman, C. Guinto, M. Mora, J. Narboneta, G. Techico, K. Smith) (ASCAP)
Co-written by Kronic Plague for KPlague Publishing (ASCAP) Additional vocals by Obatron
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