"We Straight" lyrics
Cal-A & ALLBLACK Lyrics
"We Straight"
Cal-A, thank you for fuckin' with me, yeah
Cal-A, keep it lit
I go by the name of ALLBLACK
Talked about me like a dog
When you get mad, you like to throw shit back in my face
Niggas broke codes and went against the grain
It's all good, I ain't mad at the end of the day
When we was cool, I was that nigga
Now you're runnin' 'round tellin' hoes that I ain't poppin'
They tell me, "BLACK, stop helpin' niggas score"
But instead I passed the ball more times than John Stockton
Instead of eatin' two hunnid dollar steaks
I was with niggas eatin' burritos and a bowl of Top Ramen
They told me, "Distance yourself and watch you get your blessings"
I moved closer to them niggas and kept on rockin'
Should be in the NFL with Rock
Instead of that, I sold pussy to white collar Johnsons
Gina offered me ten thousand to stop spinnin' bitches
Said, "No," next week, Raymond was in a coffin
Fly out to Denver with this ho and go check some bands
Instead, I'm in Cal-A house with P-LO, grindin'
We ain't even runnin' the same race
I swear to God over that shit y'all did, we straight
Talked about me like a dog
When you get mad, you like to throw shit back in my face
Niggas broke hoes and went against the grain
It's all good, I ain't mad at the end of the day
Jealously is a disease
I'ma ask you ho niggas, can you stay away?
And we ain't even runnin' the same race
I swear to God over that shit y'all did, we straight
This year, some people turned their back on me
Niggas I done fed and shared beds with
Had a sleepover, talked wack 'bout me
They told my family I was cattin'
Said I was a thief and I was out here sippin' the freaks
Whenever you feel, you should pull up to the class I teach
You could lie to them hoes all the fuck you want
But deep inside, your bitch-ass know facts 'bout me
I coulda had your face smashed on your head like a barber
I coulda fucked your baby mama in front of your daughter
I coulda had all you niggas stripped
Spit on, knocked out, woke up, all in that order
I coulda ran down on niggas with more my chopper
Thank Dominique, he taught me how to switch cheese in your Honda
Took off my jewelry just to see how these hoes would treat me
If I'm so boosie, why the fuck you niggas wanna be me?
Not in your city, how she use that bitch's to freeze me
My mama think one of the niggas around me gon' kill me
Bein' nice got me hurt
Never said no when they asked for it, drugs and all
Don't wanna kill these fake niggas
I want 'em alive so they can watch a real nigga ball
We ain't even runnin' the same race
I swear to God over that shit y'all did, we straight
Talked about me like a dog
When you get mad, you like to throw shit back in my face
Niggas broke hoes and went against the grain
It's all good, I ain't mad at the end of the day
Jealously is a disease
I'ma ask you ho niggas, can you stay away?
And we ain't even runnin' the same race
I swear to God over that shit y'all did, we straight
Jealously is a disease
I'ma ask you ho niggas, can you stay away?
And we ain't even runnin' the same race
I swear to God over that shit y'all did, we straight
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