Uncle Rahiem (Clean Album Version) - Explicit Album Version Lyrics
| Song | Uncle Rahiem (Clean Album Version) - Explicit Album Version |
| Artist | Consequence |
| Album | Don't Quit Your Day Job |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Mills, Riggins | |
| What the ****, y'all niggaz supposed to be family man | |
| Niggaz out here fightin in the street and shit man | |
| [Consequence:] | |
| After ten long, years, guess who comin, home | |
| Uncle Rahiem who got busted with the chrome | |
| But this sorta uncle's like Rich Porter's uncle | |
| So he be in my shoebox and messin with my hustle | |
| This nigga keep playin around we gon' have to tussle | |
| Cause this ain't, back in the days when he had all the muscle | |
| And used to be on Hollis with Joey Simmons and Russel | |
| So I'm here to clap my things, and figure out this puzzle | |
| Cause what'll make this nigga think he could come to my momma house | |
| If he wasn't family I'd probably pull the llama out | |
| But I'm a go the karma route, ever go to the karma route | |
| Well you know, nigga be buckin with the armor out | |
| But this nigga be on the couch and watchin my pockets hard | |
| Peekin through the blinds when I pull up and park the car | |
| And read between the lines when I push up to talk to broads | |
| Startin real live, we gon' definitely wind up at odds | |
| Cause if I see another shirt, offa my wardrobe | |
| I'm a turn this lil' happy home to a war zone | |
| And if I find another piece missin from my package | |
| He'd better grab his piece cause this time we goin at it | |
| [Chorus x2: Consequence] | |
| Cause this nigga right here must got it out for me (uhh) | |
| This nigga right here must got it out for me (uhh) / (yeah) | |
| Cause I solemnly swear that we about to see | |
| Cause this nigga right here must got it out for me | |
| "I told that mother****er grip up, grip up; nigga grip up, grip up | |
| And I'll be waitin right here when you slip up" | |
| [Consequence:] | |
| Uhh; cause after six long, months, guess who's unem-ployed | |
| Uncle Rahiem, cause he been runnin with his boy | |
| And now he got a girlfriend, this fiend named Joy | |
| I guess he bad smokin but I'm tryin to keep my poise | |
| But if my momma tell me some'n missin from her jewelry box | |
| I'm a probably be trapped by my peers in a jewelry box | |
| I try to love him my heart, and disregard my brain | |
| But ever since he moved in, the crib's been off the chain | |
| I don't need no one to blame cause the facts are the facts | |
| Since the word got back to me just as fast as a fax | |
| Cause I got cash in the jack, askin me what I'm doin | |
| How you gon' work this hard and let your hustle get ruined? | |
| And I had to admit, that that's a point well taken | |
| Here's the world of price I'm payin for the L that I'm takin | |
| Cause the trouble he done caused done got my connects and them stallin | |
| Cause now I got the hottest crib in all of {? } | |
| So when I see 10-4, my body parts I'll | |
| Cause I'm scared to death they might give me the mob grill | |
| Cause ever since he gave out our number like Mike Jones | |
| Them di-rects be comin at me harder than Spike Jones | |
| So I hope his parole officer, ask where he live | |
| So I could say "No officer, this not where he live | |
| And I ain't seen the nigga and don't know what he did | |
| And he'll get by later 'til he through with his bid" | |
| I know it sounds cold like the wind below freezing | |
| You might not understand but I got my own reasons | |
| Cause once we at odds I could only get even | |
| But maybe my foolish pride is why we in the precinct | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Outro:] | |
| Word to my mother I'm a **** you up when we get out of here | |
| (Nigga you ain't doin shit, pussy!) | |
| Aight, watch son, soon as I post bail, nigga, I'm a come holla at you | |
| (Nigga you ain't doin nothin) | |
| You ****in crackhead-ass nigga, ****in my shit up | |
| (Yo son, word to my mother man | |
| Call me a crackhead again and we got a ****in problem nigga | |
| I changed your mother****in diapers punk!) | |
| Yeah aight nigga, whatever bitch | |
| [Chorus] |
| zuo qu : Mills, Riggins | |
| What the , y' all niggaz supposed to be family man | |
| Niggaz out here fightin in the street and shit man | |
| Consequence: | |
| After ten long, years, guess who comin, home | |
| Uncle Rahiem who got busted with the chrome | |
| But this sorta uncle' s like Rich Porter' s uncle | |
| So he be in my shoebox and messin with my hustle | |
| This nigga keep playin around we gon' have to tussle | |
| Cause this ain' t, back in the days when he had all the muscle | |
| And used to be on Hollis with Joey Simmons and Russel | |
| So I' m here to clap my things, and figure out this puzzle | |
| Cause what' ll make this nigga think he could come to my momma house | |
| If he wasn' t family I' d probably pull the llama out | |
| But I' m a go the karma route, ever go to the karma route | |
| Well you know, nigga be buckin with the armor out | |
| But this nigga be on the couch and watchin my pockets hard | |
| Peekin through the blinds when I pull up and park the car | |
| And read between the lines when I push up to talk to broads | |
| Startin real live, we gon' definitely wind up at odds | |
| Cause if I see another shirt, offa my wardrobe | |
| I' m a turn this lil' happy home to a war zone | |
| And if I find another piece missin from my package | |
| He' d better grab his piece cause this time we goin at it | |
| Chorus x2: Consequence | |
| Cause this nigga right here must got it out for me uhh | |
| This nigga right here must got it out for me uhh yeah | |
| Cause I solemnly swear that we about to see | |
| Cause this nigga right here must got it out for me | |
| " I told that mother er grip up, grip up nigga grip up, grip up | |
| And I' ll be waitin right here when you slip up" | |
| Consequence: | |
| Uhh cause after six long, months, guess who' s unemployed | |
| Uncle Rahiem, cause he been runnin with his boy | |
| And now he got a girlfriend, this fiend named Joy | |
| I guess he bad smokin but I' m tryin to keep my poise | |
| But if my momma tell me some' n missin from her jewelry box | |
| I' m a probably be trapped by my peers in a jewelry box | |
| I try to love him my heart, and disregard my brain | |
| But ever since he moved in, the crib' s been off the chain | |
| I don' t need no one to blame cause the facts are the facts | |
| Since the word got back to me just as fast as a fax | |
| Cause I got cash in the jack, askin me what I' m doin | |
| How you gon' work this hard and let your hustle get ruined? | |
| And I had to admit, that that' s a point well taken | |
| Here' s the world of price I' m payin for the L that I' m takin | |
| Cause the trouble he done caused done got my connects and them stallin | |
| Cause now I got the hottest crib in all of ? | |
| So when I see 104, my body parts I' ll | |
| Cause I' m scared to death they might give me the mob grill | |
| Cause ever since he gave out our number like Mike Jones | |
| Them directs be comin at me harder than Spike Jones | |
| So I hope his parole officer, ask where he live | |
| So I could say " No officer, this not where he live | |
| And I ain' t seen the nigga and don' t know what he did | |
| And he' ll get by later ' til he through with his bid" | |
| I know it sounds cold like the wind below freezing | |
| You might not understand but I got my own reasons | |
| Cause once we at odds I could only get even | |
| But maybe my foolish pride is why we in the precinct | |
| Chorus | |
| Outro: | |
| Word to my mother I' m a you up when we get out of here | |
| Nigga you ain' t doin shit, pussy! | |
| Aight, watch son, soon as I post bail, nigga, I' m a come holla at you | |
| Nigga you ain' t doin nothin | |
| You in crackheadass nigga, in my shit up | |
| Yo son, word to my mother man | |
| Call me a crackhead again and we got a in problem nigga | |
| I changed your mother in diapers punk! | |
| Yeah aight nigga, whatever bitch | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Mills, Riggins | |
| What the , y' all niggaz supposed to be family man | |
| Niggaz out here fightin in the street and shit man | |
| Consequence: | |
| After ten long, years, guess who comin, home | |
| Uncle Rahiem who got busted with the chrome | |
| But this sorta uncle' s like Rich Porter' s uncle | |
| So he be in my shoebox and messin with my hustle | |
| This nigga keep playin around we gon' have to tussle | |
| Cause this ain' t, back in the days when he had all the muscle | |
| And used to be on Hollis with Joey Simmons and Russel | |
| So I' m here to clap my things, and figure out this puzzle | |
| Cause what' ll make this nigga think he could come to my momma house | |
| If he wasn' t family I' d probably pull the llama out | |
| But I' m a go the karma route, ever go to the karma route | |
| Well you know, nigga be buckin with the armor out | |
| But this nigga be on the couch and watchin my pockets hard | |
| Peekin through the blinds when I pull up and park the car | |
| And read between the lines when I push up to talk to broads | |
| Startin real live, we gon' definitely wind up at odds | |
| Cause if I see another shirt, offa my wardrobe | |
| I' m a turn this lil' happy home to a war zone | |
| And if I find another piece missin from my package | |
| He' d better grab his piece cause this time we goin at it | |
| Chorus x2: Consequence | |
| Cause this nigga right here must got it out for me uhh | |
| This nigga right here must got it out for me uhh yeah | |
| Cause I solemnly swear that we about to see | |
| Cause this nigga right here must got it out for me | |
| " I told that mother er grip up, grip up nigga grip up, grip up | |
| And I' ll be waitin right here when you slip up" | |
| Consequence: | |
| Uhh cause after six long, months, guess who' s unemployed | |
| Uncle Rahiem, cause he been runnin with his boy | |
| And now he got a girlfriend, this fiend named Joy | |
| I guess he bad smokin but I' m tryin to keep my poise | |
| But if my momma tell me some' n missin from her jewelry box | |
| I' m a probably be trapped by my peers in a jewelry box | |
| I try to love him my heart, and disregard my brain | |
| But ever since he moved in, the crib' s been off the chain | |
| I don' t need no one to blame cause the facts are the facts | |
| Since the word got back to me just as fast as a fax | |
| Cause I got cash in the jack, askin me what I' m doin | |
| How you gon' work this hard and let your hustle get ruined? | |
| And I had to admit, that that' s a point well taken | |
| Here' s the world of price I' m payin for the L that I' m takin | |
| Cause the trouble he done caused done got my connects and them stallin | |
| Cause now I got the hottest crib in all of ? | |
| So when I see 104, my body parts I' ll | |
| Cause I' m scared to death they might give me the mob grill | |
| Cause ever since he gave out our number like Mike Jones | |
| Them directs be comin at me harder than Spike Jones | |
| So I hope his parole officer, ask where he live | |
| So I could say " No officer, this not where he live | |
| And I ain' t seen the nigga and don' t know what he did | |
| And he' ll get by later ' til he through with his bid" | |
| I know it sounds cold like the wind below freezing | |
| You might not understand but I got my own reasons | |
| Cause once we at odds I could only get even | |
| But maybe my foolish pride is why we in the precinct | |
| Chorus | |
| Outro: | |
| Word to my mother I' m a you up when we get out of here | |
| Nigga you ain' t doin shit, pussy! | |
| Aight, watch son, soon as I post bail, nigga, I' m a come holla at you | |
| Nigga you ain' t doin nothin | |
| You in crackheadass nigga, in my shit up | |
| Yo son, word to my mother man | |
| Call me a crackhead again and we got a in problem nigga | |
| I changed your mother in diapers punk! | |
| Yeah aight nigga, whatever bitch | |
| Chorus |
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