Song | Good To You - Album Version (Explicit) |
Artist | Talib Kweli |
Album | Quality |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Yeah(Yeah) | |
Come onUhh | |
YeahKweliYo, yo, ayo my silent moments, loud as the crack of thunder | |
My hunger is like the crocodile that attacks the hunter | |
It ain't commercial or underground, it's true 'cause | |
I(Wanna be good to you) | |
Call it skill, call it game, call it glow, call my name | |
Like the Lord, all in vein, screaming like you all in pain | |
Treat it like a drug, all up in ya vain 'cause(Wanna be good to you) | |
We make the squares dance, and get the do like do, si | |
Y'all niggas roll with pussy-cats like | |
JosieAll spoiled rotten like ghetto groceries yo | |
I clutch the mic like ya grandma clutch her rosary yo | |
Swooping the industry, like a bird of prey | |
My stanzas got stamina, ya verses lack vertebrae | |
I heard them say | |
I was a conscious rapper | |
But I'm a monster when | |
I hafta smack the shit out of a novice actor | |
Using my 'hands solo' and | |
I don't need chewy | |
Over your head like | |
Yamakas and | |
Koofies yo | |
I write screen gems ya'll niggas act in | |
B-moviesType of niggas proud to be groupies | |
Followers in the herd running over the cliff, | |
I'm theBuffalo soldier, smoke ya like a | |
Dred Loc Rasta | |
Blowing the spliff, loading a clip to spit high | |
Like you holding blow in a stolen whip, rolling the strip | |
Looking to hit cops, now that's a 4 alarm | |
Black queen falling on my arms, you could call it charm | |
Mater fact call it what you want, its up to you bro(Wanna be good to you) | |
YeahYeahYeah | |
Call it skill, call it game, call it glow, call my name | |
Like the Lord, all in vein, screaming like you all in pain | |
Treat it like a drug, all up in ya vain 'cause(Wanna be good to you) | |
How many niggas ever been in love? | |
How many niggas really think they thugs | |
And can't think without the drink and drugs | |
How many niggas can't get in with hats and sneakers on? | |
Say, “**** security” and get inside and keep them on | |
How many niggas think that gats make the weaker strong? | |
Can't do for self and wanna snatch the plate you eating on | |
That don't take heart, slave, nigga play ya part | |
I'd rather jump over board nigga, face the sharks | |
We stay doing it, later for the conversation | |
Hammers is cocked and waiting, niggas is not debating | |
We ain't got the patience | |
You found popping shit | |
Come in to town just to run you down like poppa ditch | |
And dig a proper ditch, you lying like a politician | |
Your proposition meets opposition like contradictions | |
Get out my house, you ain't no real representative | |
I make it happen, you ain't official, you tentative | |
Niggas is sensitive, see how they catching feelings | |
It's so hot, the sweat rise and it wet the ceiling | |
Barracuda, | |
Spit kicker nigga that's the crew(Wanna be good to you) | |
Whoo(Yeah) | |
Come onYeah | |
Low rideYo, yo, yo | |
Niggas be claiming shit, find a gangsta movie, put | |
They name in it, biting like there ain't no shame in it | |
You the hardest on the beat, | |
I'm the fire that you playing with | |
You a artist from the street, | |
I'll give you the blood to paint it with | |
So yeah I'm positive, | |
I'm positive | |
I'm the best | |
Spit bullets to split ya vest and deposit them in ya chest | |
Dark is the flesh on my bones, calling | |
Brooklyn home | |
Hang up on niggas like, “ | |
I want you to meet my nigga tone, word” | |
Leave me alone like | |
Michael Jackson | |
Or there will be more than butterflies in your stomachwaiting to see what happens | |
You see me out, know that my crew is flawless | |
So called gangstas need more security than the | |
Rawkus office | |
Yo, I thought you bust ya gun | |
You just a big joke, thinking you a | |
Big PunYo, | |
Kanye this is the big one(Wanna be good to you) | |
Me and my niggas having big fun | |
Yo, yo, ayo my silent moments, loud as the crack of thunder | |
My hunger is like the crocodile that attacks the hunter | |
It ain't commercial or underground, it's true 'cause | |
I(Wanna be good to you) | |
Call it skill, call it game, call it glow, call my name | |
Like the Lord, all in vein, screaming like you all in pain | |
Treat it like a drug, all up in ya vain 'cause(Wanna be good to you) | |
Come onBK and, | |
BX andQ Boro and | |
Manhattan and | |
Harlem niggas and long | |
IslandWanna be good to you you, you come on(Wanna be good to you) | |
The whole world rocking | |
Yo the whole world rocking | |
Ayo uhh |
Yeah Yeah | |
Come onUhh | |
YeahKweliYo, yo, ayo my silent moments, loud as the crack of thunder | |
My hunger is like the crocodile that attacks the hunter | |
It ain' t commercial or underground, it' s true ' cause | |
I Wanna be good to you | |
Call it skill, call it game, call it glow, call my name | |
Like the Lord, all in vein, screaming like you all in pain | |
Treat it like a drug, all up in ya vain ' cause Wanna be good to you | |
We make the squares dance, and get the do like do, si | |
Y' all niggas roll with pussycats like | |
JosieAll spoiled rotten like ghetto groceries yo | |
I clutch the mic like ya grandma clutch her rosary yo | |
Swooping the industry, like a bird of prey | |
My stanzas got stamina, ya verses lack vertebrae | |
I heard them say | |
I was a conscious rapper | |
But I' m a monster when | |
I hafta smack the shit out of a novice actor | |
Using my ' hands solo' and | |
I don' t need chewy | |
Over your head like | |
Yamakas and | |
Koofies yo | |
I write screen gems ya' ll niggas act in | |
BmoviesType of niggas proud to be groupies | |
Followers in the herd running over the cliff, | |
I' m theBuffalo soldier, smoke ya like a | |
Dred Loc Rasta | |
Blowing the spliff, loading a clip to spit high | |
Like you holding blow in a stolen whip, rolling the strip | |
Looking to hit cops, now that' s a 4 alarm | |
Black queen falling on my arms, you could call it charm | |
Mater fact call it what you want, its up to you bro Wanna be good to you | |
YeahYeahYeah | |
Call it skill, call it game, call it glow, call my name | |
Like the Lord, all in vein, screaming like you all in pain | |
Treat it like a drug, all up in ya vain ' cause Wanna be good to you | |
How many niggas ever been in love? | |
How many niggas really think they thugs | |
And can' t think without the drink and drugs | |
How many niggas can' t get in with hats and sneakers on? | |
Say, " security" and get inside and keep them on | |
How many niggas think that gats make the weaker strong? | |
Can' t do for self and wanna snatch the plate you eating on | |
That don' t take heart, slave, nigga play ya part | |
I' d rather jump over board nigga, face the sharks | |
We stay doing it, later for the conversation | |
Hammers is cocked and waiting, niggas is not debating | |
We ain' t got the patience | |
You found popping shit | |
Come in to town just to run you down like poppa ditch | |
And dig a proper ditch, you lying like a politician | |
Your proposition meets opposition like contradictions | |
Get out my house, you ain' t no real representative | |
I make it happen, you ain' t official, you tentative | |
Niggas is sensitive, see how they catching feelings | |
It' s so hot, the sweat rise and it wet the ceiling | |
Barracuda, | |
Spit kicker nigga that' s the crew Wanna be good to you | |
Whoo Yeah | |
Come onYeah | |
Low rideYo, yo, yo | |
Niggas be claiming shit, find a gangsta movie, put | |
They name in it, biting like there ain' t no shame in it | |
You the hardest on the beat, | |
I' m the fire that you playing with | |
You a artist from the street, | |
I' ll give you the blood to paint it with | |
So yeah I' m positive, | |
I' m positive | |
I' m the best | |
Spit bullets to split ya vest and deposit them in ya chest | |
Dark is the flesh on my bones, calling | |
Brooklyn home | |
Hang up on niggas like, " | |
I want you to meet my nigga tone, word" | |
Leave me alone like | |
Michael Jackson | |
Or there will be more than butterflies in your stomachwaiting to see what happens | |
You see me out, know that my crew is flawless | |
So called gangstas need more security than the | |
Rawkus office | |
Yo, I thought you bust ya gun | |
You just a big joke, thinking you a | |
Big PunYo, | |
Kanye this is the big one Wanna be good to you | |
Me and my niggas having big fun | |
Yo, yo, ayo my silent moments, loud as the crack of thunder | |
My hunger is like the crocodile that attacks the hunter | |
It ain' t commercial or underground, it' s true ' cause | |
I Wanna be good to you | |
Call it skill, call it game, call it glow, call my name | |
Like the Lord, all in vein, screaming like you all in pain | |
Treat it like a drug, all up in ya vain ' cause Wanna be good to you | |
Come onBK and, | |
BX andQ Boro and | |
Manhattan and | |
Harlem niggas and long | |
IslandWanna be good to you you, you come on Wanna be good to you | |
The whole world rocking | |
Yo the whole world rocking | |
Ayo uhh |
Yeah Yeah | |
Come onUhh | |
YeahKweliYo, yo, ayo my silent moments, loud as the crack of thunder | |
My hunger is like the crocodile that attacks the hunter | |
It ain' t commercial or underground, it' s true ' cause | |
I Wanna be good to you | |
Call it skill, call it game, call it glow, call my name | |
Like the Lord, all in vein, screaming like you all in pain | |
Treat it like a drug, all up in ya vain ' cause Wanna be good to you | |
We make the squares dance, and get the do like do, si | |
Y' all niggas roll with pussycats like | |
JosieAll spoiled rotten like ghetto groceries yo | |
I clutch the mic like ya grandma clutch her rosary yo | |
Swooping the industry, like a bird of prey | |
My stanzas got stamina, ya verses lack vertebrae | |
I heard them say | |
I was a conscious rapper | |
But I' m a monster when | |
I hafta smack the shit out of a novice actor | |
Using my ' hands solo' and | |
I don' t need chewy | |
Over your head like | |
Yamakas and | |
Koofies yo | |
I write screen gems ya' ll niggas act in | |
BmoviesType of niggas proud to be groupies | |
Followers in the herd running over the cliff, | |
I' m theBuffalo soldier, smoke ya like a | |
Dred Loc Rasta | |
Blowing the spliff, loading a clip to spit high | |
Like you holding blow in a stolen whip, rolling the strip | |
Looking to hit cops, now that' s a 4 alarm | |
Black queen falling on my arms, you could call it charm | |
Mater fact call it what you want, its up to you bro Wanna be good to you | |
YeahYeahYeah | |
Call it skill, call it game, call it glow, call my name | |
Like the Lord, all in vein, screaming like you all in pain | |
Treat it like a drug, all up in ya vain ' cause Wanna be good to you | |
How many niggas ever been in love? | |
How many niggas really think they thugs | |
And can' t think without the drink and drugs | |
How many niggas can' t get in with hats and sneakers on? | |
Say, " security" and get inside and keep them on | |
How many niggas think that gats make the weaker strong? | |
Can' t do for self and wanna snatch the plate you eating on | |
That don' t take heart, slave, nigga play ya part | |
I' d rather jump over board nigga, face the sharks | |
We stay doing it, later for the conversation | |
Hammers is cocked and waiting, niggas is not debating | |
We ain' t got the patience | |
You found popping shit | |
Come in to town just to run you down like poppa ditch | |
And dig a proper ditch, you lying like a politician | |
Your proposition meets opposition like contradictions | |
Get out my house, you ain' t no real representative | |
I make it happen, you ain' t official, you tentative | |
Niggas is sensitive, see how they catching feelings | |
It' s so hot, the sweat rise and it wet the ceiling | |
Barracuda, | |
Spit kicker nigga that' s the crew Wanna be good to you | |
Whoo Yeah | |
Come onYeah | |
Low rideYo, yo, yo | |
Niggas be claiming shit, find a gangsta movie, put | |
They name in it, biting like there ain' t no shame in it | |
You the hardest on the beat, | |
I' m the fire that you playing with | |
You a artist from the street, | |
I' ll give you the blood to paint it with | |
So yeah I' m positive, | |
I' m positive | |
I' m the best | |
Spit bullets to split ya vest and deposit them in ya chest | |
Dark is the flesh on my bones, calling | |
Brooklyn home | |
Hang up on niggas like, " | |
I want you to meet my nigga tone, word" | |
Leave me alone like | |
Michael Jackson | |
Or there will be more than butterflies in your stomachwaiting to see what happens | |
You see me out, know that my crew is flawless | |
So called gangstas need more security than the | |
Rawkus office | |
Yo, I thought you bust ya gun | |
You just a big joke, thinking you a | |
Big PunYo, | |
Kanye this is the big one Wanna be good to you | |
Me and my niggas having big fun | |
Yo, yo, ayo my silent moments, loud as the crack of thunder | |
My hunger is like the crocodile that attacks the hunter | |
It ain' t commercial or underground, it' s true ' cause | |
I Wanna be good to you | |
Call it skill, call it game, call it glow, call my name | |
Like the Lord, all in vein, screaming like you all in pain | |
Treat it like a drug, all up in ya vain ' cause Wanna be good to you | |
Come onBK and, | |
BX andQ Boro and | |
Manhattan and | |
Harlem niggas and long | |
IslandWanna be good to you you, you come on Wanna be good to you | |
The whole world rocking | |
Yo the whole world rocking | |
Ayo uhh |