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    BROTHA LYNCH HUNG

    Dinner And A Movie 2010 ©

    Meat

    Alarm clock, I hate alarm clocks*

    Hey babe I gotta get up
    Real shit ya'll


    I only got enough money for some hamburger meat
    But I still ain't trippin that's the shit I like to eat
    But my son he like daddy this is all we got to eat
    I'm like son I'm about to sing big time
    I'm downloadin' beats and I'm a start writin' to em
    And if the fans don't buy em I'm a kill them in they sleep
    Bring the extra cheese
    We gonna eat somehow like the Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese
    Gettin' dirty meats, make me some fuckn' stacks of G's
    With the a-r automatic uzi machine
    All you gota do is wash it off and then put it in the freeze
    And then we good for another couple of weeks
    When you get older like me you'll be tuckin the heat
    And if not you, you'll be stuck in the street
    I wanna say ya mom love you, but that's up to she
    But we gonna do what we gotta do n that's get the meat
    Strange music got my back they hopefully
    But if not they really ain't no hope for me
    That means you goin' through the same situation
    That means we gone keep goin' through the same shit you hatin'


    Meat, we gotta find something to eat
    Even if we gotta go do it on the street
    Even if we gotta go shootin' with the heat
    Even if we lie to dude we gone get the meat, (meat, meat)


    I only got enough money for top ramen noodles
    My son lookin' at me like he don't wanna come to close
    He saw me in the bathroom cryin' it was to late
    I couldn't even keep a straight face, like 2 face
    All the mother fucka's around me they was to fake
    I ain't got an album out now they call me to late
    Bar b q yesterday, where the fuck was I at?
    A football game where's my mother fuckin' hi at?
    I remember lizz moore drive even after that
    Starin at my strange chain, thinkin' ain't goin' back
    I got a new life, I'm a get a new wife,
    I'm a get a new 9, I think it was do time
    No matter who's wrong or who right
    Life's like shakin' 'em up n rollin' 2 dice
    Thin slice, and my ol school homey like where you been ice
    Just marinatin, stomach achein shit ain't been right




    Real shit ya'll... real shit ya'll... meat
    Hey kev wake up, fadin off, meat
    Yo kev wake up


    Lil Kevin wake up it's school time, get ya clothes on
    Don't no body love you like me
    We in the O zone, twilight zone
    All we got to eat today is bullshit
    Time for you to pray, but I don't pray I carry full clips
    You can't be like me cause I'm a fuck up,
    And if we both fuckn' up you gone be just like me
    It's gone be a tight squeeze, we can get through this
    You my 'lil nigga so nigga we gone do this
    Shit, I can count it on one hand
    Old as I am I can still cound it on one hand
    We both Kevin mann
    We both gotta stretch it out like a rubber band
    I got another plan, I got a million of em
    I'm a still come with em, I'm still run with em
    We gotta keep it goin, then I'm done with it
    That's it, I'm a whipe my hands
    I'm hella broke but I don't dance

    2010 ©




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