Текст песни Something Else (feat. Maggz & Gemini Major) - Da L.E.S feat. Maggz & Gemini Major

Yeah, I try to tell y'all to be careful
I'm in the kitchen whipping with the spoon (whip it, whip it, whip it)
In the club acting a damn fool, got your bitch up in my vehicle
But my mind always on something else
And my diamonds look like something else
And my grind always on something else
My designer look like something else

In the back of the quarter five she got the same number
I think I'm a call her now cooking that whoa whoa
Coz she can't' afford the life, but I like it low low low
Now can I be courtside
I done found out about her when on the streets
I done figured out it back I like mickey d's
But I done seen the demon come out the jeans
That bitch be selling my niggas dreams
Fly out to Cape Town to kill some time
Coz my side bitch wanna take my shine
Damn my side bitch wanna take my shine
Taking these photos to kill my vibe

I try to tell yall to be careful
I'm in the kitchen whipping with the spoon (whip it, whip it, whip it)
In the club acting a damn fool, got your bitch up in my vehicle
But my mind always on something else
And my diamonds look like something else
And my grind always on something else
My designer look like something else

Fuck you fuck niggas you been afraid
M A double I still amaze
Kill a track and I kill a stage
The real is back and they feeling raged
They know dub is no average, so what, I don't practice
I'm still nice in my madness, that's real life in this palace
Bad bitches two of them, wake up, who are dem
Waking up in this hotel, she butt naked her coat fell
Her friend on me you know well, I hit both and I won't tell
Real nigga they chose well, my soul, something I won't sell

I try to tell yall to be careful
I'm in the kitchen whipping with the spoon (whip it, whip it, whip it)
In the club acting a damn fool, got your bitch up in my vehicle
But my mind always on something else
And my diamonds look like something else
And my grind always on something else
My designer look like something else

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Rudebouy yeah
I'm a new age rasta, meats in my pasta
Certified bad man, loud with the ganja
I got your girl in the VIP
I got a tent at the crib, white girls in a Benz
Gold chains on my neck, big moves, no chess
Top shotta never miss, my pull up is looking like something else
Me and my niggas up to something else
Nigga we doing the most
You a minion, I'm a boss

I try to tell yall to be careful
I'm in the kitchen whipping with the spoon (whip it, whip it, whip it)
In the club acting a damn fool, got your bitch up in my vehicle
But my mind always on something else
And my diamonds look like something else
And my grind always on something else
My designer look like something else