"COMMODORES" lyrics
Dave East, Scram Jones & Mike & Keys Lyrics
My mother played the Commodores with Lionel Richie
My pops had a 3-80 before I out a switchy
Barbara told me, "Watch them nigga when the guys get mixy."
It's always raining where I'm from, I let the sky convince me
Before I went to Brooklyn, Donald used to ride the biggie
Ready to die over this merm when they was robbing Biggie's
Survived the city, body dangerous, her eyes was pretty
It's mob committee, so discreet, it's hard for eyes to pick me
Out of a line-up, them China plates, we would learn to sniffy
Provide the Chrissy gold bottles, I'm talking 90s' vintage
Apocalyptic through the jungle with no pot to piss in
Your pocket's different with nothing in 'em, my mama bitchin'
She can't support me at my age, I got some pride to click in
This for the love, but unc' was tripping if his bottle missing
That Pope Musone had him gone, fuck a algorithm
They don't believe, then I'll convince some pussy alchemist
Problem
Look
Before I had a bite
Saturday mornings hearing Gladys Knight
Marvin Gaye, pops, he used to play it, shit you had to like
Earth, Wind and Fire, auntie had that shit on half the night
Nobody could disrespect our family, know you had to fight
Knuckle game
Belt-to-ass to nigga, then the buckle came
Fuck the fame
Pull a foreign truck, they say your luck done changed
A hundred chains
Feel like Mr. T, that's when the love gets strange
Trying to show love, got hit in the back, don't even hug the same
Paralyzed
Jewelry look Egyptian, had a feral vibe
Love cost him a lot of blood, was slipping like a pair of slides
For the love, mama raised him good, but he a weird crime
He got a neck
His man got a neck
They trying to share a dime
He almost home, he got a phone call, like four stops
Away from where he slept and where his uncle played the Four Tops
Four Glocks
Only off the love, his brodie held him
Shit like Fort Knox
Ended up on Riker's, now it's call block
That's how it get
That's how it get
You was outside holding nigga down, now you behind the wall
Nobody answer that call
Now you mad at the motherfucking world, nigga
You can only blame yourself though
Hold that down
I want a real man
Someone dangerous, someone exciting
Someone from the streets
Yo, baby. I'm definitely straight out the hood
My pops had a 3-80 before I out a switchy
Barbara told me, "Watch them nigga when the guys get mixy."
It's always raining where I'm from, I let the sky convince me
Before I went to Brooklyn, Donald used to ride the biggie
Ready to die over this merm when they was robbing Biggie's
Survived the city, body dangerous, her eyes was pretty
It's mob committee, so discreet, it's hard for eyes to pick me
Out of a line-up, them China plates, we would learn to sniffy
Provide the Chrissy gold bottles, I'm talking 90s' vintage
Apocalyptic through the jungle with no pot to piss in
Your pocket's different with nothing in 'em, my mama bitchin'
She can't support me at my age, I got some pride to click in
This for the love, but unc' was tripping if his bottle missing
That Pope Musone had him gone, fuck a algorithm
They don't believe, then I'll convince some pussy alchemist
Problem
Look
Before I had a bite
Saturday mornings hearing Gladys Knight
Marvin Gaye, pops, he used to play it, shit you had to like
Earth, Wind and Fire, auntie had that shit on half the night
Nobody could disrespect our family, know you had to fight
Knuckle game
Belt-to-ass to nigga, then the buckle came
Fuck the fame
Pull a foreign truck, they say your luck done changed
A hundred chains
Feel like Mr. T, that's when the love gets strange
Trying to show love, got hit in the back, don't even hug the same
Paralyzed
Jewelry look Egyptian, had a feral vibe
Love cost him a lot of blood, was slipping like a pair of slides
For the love, mama raised him good, but he a weird crime
He got a neck
His man got a neck
They trying to share a dime
He almost home, he got a phone call, like four stops
Away from where he slept and where his uncle played the Four Tops
Four Glocks
Only off the love, his brodie held him
Shit like Fort Knox
Ended up on Riker's, now it's call block
That's how it get
That's how it get
You was outside holding nigga down, now you behind the wall
Nobody answer that call
Now you mad at the motherfucking world, nigga
You can only blame yourself though
Hold that down
I want a real man
Someone dangerous, someone exciting
Someone from the streets
Yo, baby. I'm definitely straight out the hood
