Thought Process Lyrics
| Song | Thought Process |
| Artist | Goodie Mob |
| Album | Soul Food |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barnett, Benjamin, Burton ... | |
| Let me get a chop at this lumber niggas | |
| From da down underground are hangin' around the | |
| A-TownLookin' for a come up, workin' from 9 to 5 | |
| Just to get some change so | |
| T-Mo can stay alive | |
| Not greedy or living' lavish yet but you can bet that when | |
| I doNobody from my crew will | |
| I forgetAnd if | |
| I start to get large and come up on some change | |
| I won't change, everybody know they down | |
| It's not the same, everyday life can be different | |
| These laws got me ready to ball' | |
| Cause I fall a victim so | |
| I still be slanging them fat pillows | |
| To make 'em meet, each and every day as | |
| I comb my city streets | |
| Sometimes | |
| I wish I never had been apart of this mess' | |
| Cause the system got us ****ed up | |
| It put us to the test, women and men if you black you in | |
| Food for the soul listen to what | |
| I tell you it don't matter | |
| Young or old it's time we loc' up and do like we suppose | |
| We killin' each other over this bullshit and some clothes | |
| We're trapped off in this world and society with no place else to go | |
| So how you feel? | |
| Frustrated, irritated, sometimes | |
| I don't know myself | |
| I be too numb | |
| To feel something sometimes, so | |
| I dig deep, get in the | |
| CherokeeLet my mind fly free into the wilderness so | |
| I can get this shit | |
| Off my mind, that's why | |
| I be smokin' that dank sometimes | |
| It keeps me from snappin', keeps me calm, keeps my mind open | |
| Keeps me firm of what | |
| I gots to do off in the studio | |
| To get my old burd back on her feet | |
| And my little bro' in | |
| Statesboro and my little cuz | |
| Mark Twain, all my | |
| Folks that hang with me when | |
| I was out in the trap or when | |
| I was goin' | |
| Through one of our episodes, only | |
| God knows, what | |
| I go through | |
| So I get down on my knees, sometimes | |
| I come home | |
| Too high to pray, but | |
| I get on my bed lay on my back and meditate | |
| Anyway, in the ceilings, the four walls, it's like cell therapy | |
| I got nothing to do but write about my | |
| L I F E, put it down on paper | |
| So what you feel? | |
| I live for today, mother **** another hour, it might be sour | |
| Never know my day, so | |
| I'm prayin' in the shower | |
| Look up and thank the | |
| Lord for forgiveness, a witness to bad | |
| I'm lookin' for good in the | |
| Southwest, | |
| God bless my neighborhood | |
| It's people killin' in da street to eat surviving the day | |
| Is the only goat that | |
| I set just to make it home, | |
| I'm not alone | |
| Someone's out to get me when | |
| I haven't done shit wrong | |
| My head felt swoll, mist couldn't see past my mouth | |
| What route did you take man caught me by that loops of my pants | |
| Got me on the curb lettin' tha traffic pass me by | |
| No questions | |
| I said nothing lookin' for tha mutant to be buckin' | |
| Tha law naw, man | |
| Gipp show him my shit close my mouth then | |
| I dipSee to me | |
| G is a person who understand tha plan | |
| Can't make no moves when you in tha hands of tha man | |
| They got some new suites down | |
| PeachtreeLeft wing for tha | |
| Feds, right wing for tha hard heads | |
| Makin' more deals than | |
| Buddy Folks made with | |
| Harts field | |
| Somebody don't want my face in tha place, for 96 shits slick | |
| Got me clean, lookin' fresh, dogs be scratchin' at my chest | |
| Under the order of who? | |
| Guess who ain't non-iller than miller | |
| Wanna 1, 2 your ass no more life what you gave was tha past' | |
| Cause ain't no future wanna milliamp your case | |
| Disgrace your face, make it seem to be safe ain't no place to run | |
| Sometimes | |
| I don't even know how | |
| I'm gonna eat' | |
| Bout twenty dollars away from being on the street | |
| Shit, you might see a nigga on | |
| TV but hell it's almost like | |
| I'm rappin' for free that little money be gone, got dammit, | |
| I'm grownGotta help keep the heat and lights on | |
| It would be nice to have mo' but | |
| I kinda like being po' | |
| At least I know what my friends here fo' | |
| I wanna lie to you sometimes, but | |
| I can'tI wanna tell you that it's all good, but it ain't | |
| It's nigga's hurtin' and uncertain 'bout if they gon' make it or not | |
| That's why we got nigga's killing, feelin like they coming up | |
| Off a little dope they sold you can get some gold | |
| But we won't make it as a whole 'cause without you there'd be no me | |
| And without no unity there will never be any happiness | |
| You could smoke a pound of sess and it still won't relieve yo' stress | |
| God bless my thought process | |
| The thought process | |
| Now, now as an | |
| Outkast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm | |
| That would come to meet me like | |
| Met Life, but yet life done | |
| Sent me through a lot of ups and down like it ain't nothing' | |
| Like elevators but | |
| I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons | |
| I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one | |
| They said it skipped from 12 to 14 | |
| Still smoking, still drinking, no | |
| I'm sittin' on the | |
| Lincoln 4 | |
| A.M.Thinkin' that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas | |
| We trapped off in this maze with walls made of layers | |
| And only prayers is the tightest game that you can have | |
| The devil's takin' a swing that might explain the broken glass | |
| But my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the wayside | |
| Nobody would die in cops and robbers when we used to play right | |
| Huh, the only thang we feared was | |
| Williams, | |
| WayneNever though about hittin' licks or slangin' caine | |
| Didn't think | |
| I'd be the one to give in to abortion | |
| Label me murder because my ass is scorchin' | |
| Hot from the | |
| Glock that sits under my seat | |
| Yeah, it's real ****ed up that my folks come to get me | |
| And it's like dat, yeah, and it's like dem |
| zuo ci : Barnett, Benjamin, Burton ... | |
| Let me get a chop at this lumber niggas | |
| From da down underground are hangin' around the | |
| ATownLookin' for a come up, workin' from 9 to 5 | |
| Just to get some change so | |
| TMo can stay alive | |
| Not greedy or living' lavish yet but you can bet that when | |
| I doNobody from my crew will | |
| I forgetAnd if | |
| I start to get large and come up on some change | |
| I won' t change, everybody know they down | |
| It' s not the same, everyday life can be different | |
| These laws got me ready to ball' | |
| Cause I fall a victim so | |
| I still be slanging them fat pillows | |
| To make ' em meet, each and every day as | |
| I comb my city streets | |
| Sometimes | |
| I wish I never had been apart of this mess' | |
| Cause the system got us ed up | |
| It put us to the test, women and men if you black you in | |
| Food for the soul listen to what | |
| I tell you it don' t matter | |
| Young or old it' s time we loc' up and do like we suppose | |
| We killin' each other over this bullshit and some clothes | |
| We' re trapped off in this world and society with no place else to go | |
| So how you feel? | |
| Frustrated, irritated, sometimes | |
| I don' t know myself | |
| I be too numb | |
| To feel something sometimes, so | |
| I dig deep, get in the | |
| CherokeeLet my mind fly free into the wilderness so | |
| I can get this shit | |
| Off my mind, that' s why | |
| I be smokin' that dank sometimes | |
| It keeps me from snappin', keeps me calm, keeps my mind open | |
| Keeps me firm of what | |
| I gots to do off in the studio | |
| To get my old burd back on her feet | |
| And my little bro' in | |
| Statesboro and my little cuz | |
| Mark Twain, all my | |
| Folks that hang with me when | |
| I was out in the trap or when | |
| I was goin' | |
| Through one of our episodes, only | |
| God knows, what | |
| I go through | |
| So I get down on my knees, sometimes | |
| I come home | |
| Too high to pray, but | |
| I get on my bed lay on my back and meditate | |
| Anyway, in the ceilings, the four walls, it' s like cell therapy | |
| I got nothing to do but write about my | |
| L I F E, put it down on paper | |
| So what you feel? | |
| I live for today, mother another hour, it might be sour | |
| Never know my day, so | |
| I' m prayin' in the shower | |
| Look up and thank the | |
| Lord for forgiveness, a witness to bad | |
| I' m lookin' for good in the | |
| Southwest, | |
| God bless my neighborhood | |
| It' s people killin' in da street to eat surviving the day | |
| Is the only goat that | |
| I set just to make it home, | |
| I' m not alone | |
| Someone' s out to get me when | |
| I haven' t done shit wrong | |
| My head felt swoll, mist couldn' t see past my mouth | |
| What route did you take man caught me by that loops of my pants | |
| Got me on the curb lettin' tha traffic pass me by | |
| No questions | |
| I said nothing lookin' for tha mutant to be buckin' | |
| Tha law naw, man | |
| Gipp show him my shit close my mouth then | |
| I dipSee to me | |
| G is a person who understand tha plan | |
| Can' t make no moves when you in tha hands of tha man | |
| They got some new suites down | |
| PeachtreeLeft wing for tha | |
| Feds, right wing for tha hard heads | |
| Makin' more deals than | |
| Buddy Folks made with | |
| Harts field | |
| Somebody don' t want my face in tha place, for 96 shits slick | |
| Got me clean, lookin' fresh, dogs be scratchin' at my chest | |
| Under the order of who? | |
| Guess who ain' t noniller than miller | |
| Wanna 1, 2 your ass no more life what you gave was tha past' | |
| Cause ain' t no future wanna milliamp your case | |
| Disgrace your face, make it seem to be safe ain' t no place to run | |
| Sometimes | |
| I don' t even know how | |
| I' m gonna eat' | |
| Bout twenty dollars away from being on the street | |
| Shit, you might see a nigga on | |
| TV but hell it' s almost like | |
| I' m rappin' for free that little money be gone, got dammit, | |
| I' m grownGotta help keep the heat and lights on | |
| It would be nice to have mo' but | |
| I kinda like being po' | |
| At least I know what my friends here fo' | |
| I wanna lie to you sometimes, but | |
| I can' tI wanna tell you that it' s all good, but it ain' t | |
| It' s nigga' s hurtin' and uncertain ' bout if they gon' make it or not | |
| That' s why we got nigga' s killing, feelin like they coming up | |
| Off a little dope they sold you can get some gold | |
| But we won' t make it as a whole ' cause without you there' d be no me | |
| And without no unity there will never be any happiness | |
| You could smoke a pound of sess and it still won' t relieve yo' stress | |
| God bless my thought process | |
| The thought process | |
| Now, now as an | |
| Outkast I was born, wasn' t warned of the harm | |
| That would come to meet me like | |
| Met Life, but yet life done | |
| Sent me through a lot of ups and down like it ain' t nothing' | |
| Like elevators but | |
| I ain' t the one that' s pushin' the buttons | |
| I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn' t one | |
| They said it skipped from 12 to 14 | |
| Still smoking, still drinking, no | |
| I' m sittin' on the | |
| Lincoln 4 | |
| A. M. Thinkin' that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas | |
| We trapped off in this maze with walls made of layers | |
| And only prayers is the tightest game that you can have | |
| The devil' s takin' a swing that might explain the broken glass | |
| But my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the wayside | |
| Nobody would die in cops and robbers when we used to play right | |
| Huh, the only thang we feared was | |
| Williams, | |
| WayneNever though about hittin' licks or slangin' caine | |
| Didn' t think | |
| I' d be the one to give in to abortion | |
| Label me murder because my ass is scorchin' | |
| Hot from the | |
| Glock that sits under my seat | |
| Yeah, it' s real ed up that my folks come to get me | |
| And it' s like dat, yeah, and it' s like dem |
| zuò cí : Barnett, Benjamin, Burton ... | |
| Let me get a chop at this lumber niggas | |
| From da down underground are hangin' around the | |
| ATownLookin' for a come up, workin' from 9 to 5 | |
| Just to get some change so | |
| TMo can stay alive | |
| Not greedy or living' lavish yet but you can bet that when | |
| I doNobody from my crew will | |
| I forgetAnd if | |
| I start to get large and come up on some change | |
| I won' t change, everybody know they down | |
| It' s not the same, everyday life can be different | |
| These laws got me ready to ball' | |
| Cause I fall a victim so | |
| I still be slanging them fat pillows | |
| To make ' em meet, each and every day as | |
| I comb my city streets | |
| Sometimes | |
| I wish I never had been apart of this mess' | |
| Cause the system got us ed up | |
| It put us to the test, women and men if you black you in | |
| Food for the soul listen to what | |
| I tell you it don' t matter | |
| Young or old it' s time we loc' up and do like we suppose | |
| We killin' each other over this bullshit and some clothes | |
| We' re trapped off in this world and society with no place else to go | |
| So how you feel? | |
| Frustrated, irritated, sometimes | |
| I don' t know myself | |
| I be too numb | |
| To feel something sometimes, so | |
| I dig deep, get in the | |
| CherokeeLet my mind fly free into the wilderness so | |
| I can get this shit | |
| Off my mind, that' s why | |
| I be smokin' that dank sometimes | |
| It keeps me from snappin', keeps me calm, keeps my mind open | |
| Keeps me firm of what | |
| I gots to do off in the studio | |
| To get my old burd back on her feet | |
| And my little bro' in | |
| Statesboro and my little cuz | |
| Mark Twain, all my | |
| Folks that hang with me when | |
| I was out in the trap or when | |
| I was goin' | |
| Through one of our episodes, only | |
| God knows, what | |
| I go through | |
| So I get down on my knees, sometimes | |
| I come home | |
| Too high to pray, but | |
| I get on my bed lay on my back and meditate | |
| Anyway, in the ceilings, the four walls, it' s like cell therapy | |
| I got nothing to do but write about my | |
| L I F E, put it down on paper | |
| So what you feel? | |
| I live for today, mother another hour, it might be sour | |
| Never know my day, so | |
| I' m prayin' in the shower | |
| Look up and thank the | |
| Lord for forgiveness, a witness to bad | |
| I' m lookin' for good in the | |
| Southwest, | |
| God bless my neighborhood | |
| It' s people killin' in da street to eat surviving the day | |
| Is the only goat that | |
| I set just to make it home, | |
| I' m not alone | |
| Someone' s out to get me when | |
| I haven' t done shit wrong | |
| My head felt swoll, mist couldn' t see past my mouth | |
| What route did you take man caught me by that loops of my pants | |
| Got me on the curb lettin' tha traffic pass me by | |
| No questions | |
| I said nothing lookin' for tha mutant to be buckin' | |
| Tha law naw, man | |
| Gipp show him my shit close my mouth then | |
| I dipSee to me | |
| G is a person who understand tha plan | |
| Can' t make no moves when you in tha hands of tha man | |
| They got some new suites down | |
| PeachtreeLeft wing for tha | |
| Feds, right wing for tha hard heads | |
| Makin' more deals than | |
| Buddy Folks made with | |
| Harts field | |
| Somebody don' t want my face in tha place, for 96 shits slick | |
| Got me clean, lookin' fresh, dogs be scratchin' at my chest | |
| Under the order of who? | |
| Guess who ain' t noniller than miller | |
| Wanna 1, 2 your ass no more life what you gave was tha past' | |
| Cause ain' t no future wanna milliamp your case | |
| Disgrace your face, make it seem to be safe ain' t no place to run | |
| Sometimes | |
| I don' t even know how | |
| I' m gonna eat' | |
| Bout twenty dollars away from being on the street | |
| Shit, you might see a nigga on | |
| TV but hell it' s almost like | |
| I' m rappin' for free that little money be gone, got dammit, | |
| I' m grownGotta help keep the heat and lights on | |
| It would be nice to have mo' but | |
| I kinda like being po' | |
| At least I know what my friends here fo' | |
| I wanna lie to you sometimes, but | |
| I can' tI wanna tell you that it' s all good, but it ain' t | |
| It' s nigga' s hurtin' and uncertain ' bout if they gon' make it or not | |
| That' s why we got nigga' s killing, feelin like they coming up | |
| Off a little dope they sold you can get some gold | |
| But we won' t make it as a whole ' cause without you there' d be no me | |
| And without no unity there will never be any happiness | |
| You could smoke a pound of sess and it still won' t relieve yo' stress | |
| God bless my thought process | |
| The thought process | |
| Now, now as an | |
| Outkast I was born, wasn' t warned of the harm | |
| That would come to meet me like | |
| Met Life, but yet life done | |
| Sent me through a lot of ups and down like it ain' t nothing' | |
| Like elevators but | |
| I ain' t the one that' s pushin' the buttons | |
| I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn' t one | |
| They said it skipped from 12 to 14 | |
| Still smoking, still drinking, no | |
| I' m sittin' on the | |
| Lincoln 4 | |
| A. M. Thinkin' that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas | |
| We trapped off in this maze with walls made of layers | |
| And only prayers is the tightest game that you can have | |
| The devil' s takin' a swing that might explain the broken glass | |
| But my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the wayside | |
| Nobody would die in cops and robbers when we used to play right | |
| Huh, the only thang we feared was | |
| Williams, | |
| WayneNever though about hittin' licks or slangin' caine | |
| Didn' t think | |
| I' d be the one to give in to abortion | |
| Label me murder because my ass is scorchin' | |
| Hot from the | |
| Glock that sits under my seat | |
| Yeah, it' s real ed up that my folks come to get me | |
| And it' s like dat, yeah, and it' s like dem |
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