Brotha Man Paroles

You gotta fight for somethin', stand for somethin'
That's what the poem told me
It was a greater poet like you know it but
I'd rather talk about how my neck is frozen and I
I'd rather talk about the banging hoes and then
Stay up in the bitches while she dozing

When I went to my brotha, told him "Help me please"
Now we hop out the PJs posted by the beach
My old bitch yellin' "Come back, come back
Come back, babe
Come back (come back) come back (come back)
Come back (come back) babe

Harlem nights, quick speed, God speed
Speed it like Grease Lightnin', leather on my six-speed bike
Bicycle tires, icicle diamonds, popsicle stripes
Pop (sicles) pop (sicles) for the Klondikes
Pop-pop wheelies on the dirty bikes, 15 sellin' china white
Cops stoppin' if you opposite of white Ride the bus before I ride another nigga wave
Beautiful, the water's flat like ass is pre-Onika (yeah)
You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker

Flacko I wonder how it feel to live or be like you
Album number three and keep it G like Q
Heard you niggas get fly like G, like 2
Nah more like 4, like 3, not 2
Shittin' on these niggas like P, like U
Drip Raheem and Q, got Hi-C like juice
Mama hubby got life, he got three strikes too
Real niggas bleed like me, like you
That's why I got a beam with a green light too
I don't even make a scene, I just swing right through
I'm just bangin' on my Qs and my Ps like soup
Walk in my shoes, follow me like suit

Brotha man, young man, let me tell you somethin'
Young man, brotha-brotha, gotta fight for somethin'
Stand for somethin', brotha understand, God don't make the plays
Take the truth, get through, ride your wave, just keep the truth

Remember when I went to my brotha, told him "Help me please"
Now we hop out the PJs, posted by the beach
My old bitch yellin' "Come back, come back
Come back, babe
Come back (come back) come back (come back)
Come back (come back) babe

You're a cornstar, all you fuck is corn broads (you fucking pop)
Frenchie faux pas cause you ain't had no pa
Your dealer got catches like an outfielder
(Are you, are you, are you?)
Getting that God's view from towers
Lookin' downward like I'm Donald Trump