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situations - madlib lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
representer
street n*ggas, i’m a representer
east gary, i’m a representer
rest in peace, granny, i’ma represent her
made it through the summer with no air conditioner
catch us huddled ’round the kitchen in the winter
just a youngin thuggin’, tryna check a million
youngin thuggin’, tryna check a million
windows tinted with the k!ller in my system
more than weed and liquor in my system
got the brand new whip, might see the solar system
on my seventh figure, n*ggas know the feelin’
necklace flooded, it’s a situation (yeah)
all my b*tches got a situation (yeah)
county lockup or the police station (yeah)
we was in some sh*tty situations (uh)

[verse 1]
’bout to smoke it up, pour it up
i’m a thug and smokin’ lethal warrior
copped a brick of yay west side of florida
spent a hundred*twenty on a rover truck
i had b*tches when a n*gga rode the bus
‘fore the money, b*tches never noticed you
way back when, they wouldn’t do a show with us
now they callin’ me so they can open up
i put you n*ggas on game
put some respect on my name
freddie kane a livin’ legend
i hit a stain
cousin took two to the brain
bullets missed me, it’s a blessing
i can see the day like it was yesterday, i’ll never forget it
so rest in peace, good lord, you was caught in the system
i made my lane up in this game, and upped the winning percentage
so f*ck a record deal, a n*gga need a bigger percentage
i’m like

[bridge]
haha
lambo, cut my check, n*gga (brrt, brrt, brrt, n*gga)
yeah

[chorus]
representer
insane, i’m a representer
vl, i’m a representer
i’m a 22*12 representer
what you know ’bout stuffin’ kilos in the engine?
you a sidewalk n*gga, street ain’t in you
’bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inning
young and thuggin’, tryna check a million
windows tinted with the k!ller in my system
more than weed and liquor in my system
got the brand new whip, might see the solar system
on my seventh figure, n*ggas know the feelin’
necklace flooded, it’s a situation
all my b*tches got a situation
county lockup or the police station
we was in some sh*tty situations

[verse 2]
1989, i seen a n*gga bleed
uncle stabbed him in the neck and hit his knees
turned the arcade to a stampede
i was playin’ pac*man, centipede
put me on some sh*t i never should’ve seen
robbin’, k!llin’, drug dealin’ in my genes
i was livin’ in atlanta, juggin’ bean
drea hit a n*gga with the billie jean
josh the goon got a n*gga back to flowin’
bought the plane ticket, first i wasn’t open
from that moment i was west coastin’
livin’ out of sid apartment, smokin’ all the roaches
straight survivin’ off of wendy’s, pollo loco
43rd and main, i’m ‘posted serving smokers
did my re*up la famila with my cholo
twenty for the chicken, that’s some pollo loco (yeah, yeah)
obama got elected today, and i got arrested
la county literally strippin’ a n*gga naked
and i never tell on none of my enemies or connection
motherf*ck jeff sessions, i’m sellin’ dope with a weapon
only union some of me and my n*ggas got is the western
i’m they favorite rapper when n*ggas f*cked up and they stressin’
lot of n*ggas feel like i got my bucks up and i left ’em
tell them p*ssy n*ggas come get the f*ck up on my level, yeah
this how it feel to wake up and you don’t owe n0body sh*t
not an explanation, not no conversation, drug administration, suck a n*gga d*ck
when my daddy ran over eddie with that motorcycle, he ain’t been that n*gga since
seen him transform to crackhead ed, “if i got twenty, fred, can i get a hit?”
n*gga, d*mn

[outro]
f*ck you friday was such a great holiday
that i thought i would extend the holiday season
and let’s call it i don’t give a sh*t sat*rday
i don’t give a sh*t about what you think about me
i don’t give a sh*t about who you think i ought to be
i don’t give a sh*t about, you don’t like me cussin’?
i don’t give a sh*t what you like
i’m doing what is best for me
i’m doing those things that makes me happy
those things that i think are positive with me
and that’s what you need to say to anyone today who comes into your life
tryna bring negative sh*t into your life
tell ’em, “i don’t give a sh*t”
in fact, tell them, “if you not feedin’ me, financing me, or f*ckin’ me, i just don’t give a sh*t”
in fact, go out on this holiday
get you some ribs, put it the grill
and let’s call it f*ck*a*que
let’s have a f*ck*a*que holiday
and not give a sh*t about what people have to say about you and your life
this is your morning message from the cussing pastor
have a great day

- madlib lyrics

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