Songtexte DOA - Backend Pezzy

Damn fake, you cookin' up
Throw me one more water, baby, I think I'm Triple H
I got that food, I scraped it up, took the rice right off the plate
Niggas, they hate on me for nothin', I guess they're supposed to hate

They won't catch me lackin', nigga, I won't never make no mistake
D.O.A., dead on arrival check the scenery
Call the D.A.A., they don't know what happened, they tryin' to read the place
Put this bit in track mode, I'm gone, uh, they can't find me

Boy, I got shooters that will take he's noggin off that's perfect timing, check my chain, nigga
Lookin' like I mine this bitch myself
And you the same, nigga, can't give these broke, niggas no help
Try to go behind my back and rob me, nigga, that shit ain't fair

Supposed to be my family, say you ain't took shit, boy, you know that's cap
I be worrying about the opps, you can have that 50, I ain't even tripping
I'ma get my get back with fuckin' these hoes or fuckin' your bitches
I be too busy worryin' about the opps, like, who gon' try to kill me

It's a D.O.A., dead on arrival, Lord, forgive me
I done seen the struggle, liquor in my system, got to pee it out
Kodak said, he done ran it up, and he done peed it out
Ask me for nothin', nigga, keep my name from out your fuckin' mouth

Don't mention me and shit, I been that nigga since I was a fuckin' child
Throw me one more water, baby, I think I'm Triple H
I got that food, I scraped it up, took the rice right off the plate
Niggas, they hate on me for nothin', I guess they're supposed to hate

They won't catch me lackin', nigga, I won't never make no mistake
D.O.A., dead on arrival check the scenery
Call the D.A.A., they don't know what happened, they tryin' to read the place
Put this bit in track mode, I'm gone, uh, they can't find me

Boy, I got shooters that will take he's noggin off boy that's perfect timing