"Spread It Out" lyrics

"Spread It Out"

Hoooooo
Come on
Hoooooo
Sing with me
Chea! Yeah
...And you don't want none
We got (yo bitch) ridin' shotgun
(Hoooooo) Yeah, spread it out, spread it out, spread it out, go, headed out
Yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, chea!
Yo

I'm heavy hearted
Heavy handed misunderstandings turn to permanent repercussions, I empty the cannon
I'm addicted to ganja, roll it up in the 'wood
Drink a gallon of Henny, throw it up for the hood
I'ma rhyme for my people, give my people a voice
Never follow the leader, use the weapon of choice
This is not an illusion, this is not a mirage
Conversation with God, spillin' my soul out
I own assault weapons that fold out like Megatron
The iron lung, drop atom bombs on Babylon
So tag along like a dog with a vagabond
Smoke till the sack is gone, niggas on they grind
Put my motherfuckin' records on
So they can relate through the hate and the pain
Through the struggle and strain
Never take it in vain, breathin' one and the same
Pressure push your forehead out the back of your brain
So now

Well spread me out, nigga
Yeah, yeah
Spread it out, spread it out, spread it out
It go:
(Hoooooo) Yeah... And you can't get none
(Hoooooo) You don't want none, you can't get none
Spread the fuck out or catch these hot ones

I try not to get involved with the nonsense
I'm from the time where you couldn't post comments
Couldn't hide behind the computer
Catch a fatal, get shot by the shooter
A barracuda for Buddha
I maneuver through the manure
Ignorin' the allure, the illusion
My bad, sorry for all the confusion
If you thought I was finished, if you thought I was done
Let the saga continue, bring it back on the one
I'm coming back with a gun, 'cause that's all that I know
Meditated intentions, my shit ready to go
Never takin' it slow, in my profession you need aggression
A weapon, you can brandish at your own discretion
And a hero just a sandwich, nigga, what's your preference?
I chose balance, now I'm headed in the right direction
Executive decisions, now my family is good
Make it well understood, put it back where it should... be

Well spread me out, nigga
Yeah, yeah
Spread it out, spread it out, spread it out
It go:
(Hoooooo) ...And you can't get none
(Hoooooo) You don't want none, you can't get none
Spread the fuck out or catch these hot ones

This go for all my people, people who see we equal
I feel it comin', it's dark, God protect us from evil
We've been sold an illusion, cockamamie confusion
People constantly losin', we suffer everywhere
Enough with all this swagger, parties and bodybaggin'
We in recession, we starvin', let me show you what's happenin'
Money's so fucking tight, the root to all them fights
She make you wanna not ever never come home at night
But see now there you go, off with that strippin' ho
While your woman is wonderin' where does all your money go
You try to make it rain, maybe rock you a chain
Maybe get you some brain, from bitches everywhere
Pussy nigga, you lame
Get on top o' yo' game
Feed your family, mayne
This is simple and plain
Children retain, remember, livin' up out the pain
That's when they 'curse your name, they proceed to do the same

Yeah, so spread me out, nigga
Spread it out, spread it out, spread it out
It go:
(Hoooooo) ...And you can't get none
(Hoooooo) You don't want none, you can't get none
Spread the fuck out or catch these hot ones


Writer(s): Alvin Nathaniel Joiner, T McCray, Alvin Joiner
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