Текст песни Mystikal - Skilla Baby

I ain't trippin 'bout the ghetto
I get love 'cuz i'm real
Young niggas from the hood just wanna be skills
I wanna be livin' in a mansion on the hills
Middle man the script 'til you get plugged on them pills
Gotta show love to get love
Niggas just be leachin'
Nigga shit yo mouth and learn something while i'm teachin'
Went from playin' in the game
Now i'm sittin' in the bleachers
Fuckin' on the same bitch i used to call my teacher
Look how life work

I don't answer when they slept on me
Now skilla baby turnin' up them streets
Me n my baby grindin' up them sheets
I don't trust nobody when i'm sleep
Told lil baby, do not sleep on me
You gettin' crazy, you can eat on me
Make the club go crazy, clubs get freaky
I'm so genuine kickin' it wit my people

Look how life work
Bitches gon' double back, that's typical
Used to be on top
But you forgot about reciprocals
I'm like the man who write cha, mystikal
Baby miss paradise, now she miserable
I put on for couple hoods just because
Cuz i know how it feels when you livin' in the slums
Stackin' every dollar, i remember we was bums
L's feel the worst when you buildin' it from crumbs
Make you wanna haul off
Like a nigga jaws off
You ain't gettin' paid for two weeks, so you call off
Make you wanna cancel every number in your call log
Nobody ain't gon' help you pay the plug, fuck all y'all
Even if you would help me, why would i call y'all?
Now i gotta pay that nigga tab plus all y'all
So i'd rather take that long ride by myself
I mean i know that baking soda still on the shelf

What another nigga gon' do?

I don't answer when they slept on me
Now skilla baby turnin' up them streets
Me n my baby grindin' up them sheets
I don't trust nobody when i'm sleep
Told lil baby, do not sleep on me
You gettin' crazy, you can eat on me
Make the club go crazy, clubs get freaky
I'm so genuine kickin' it wit my people

What another nigga gon' do when your rent due?
Plus the bad bitches wanna nigga wit a benz coupe
Never let these niggas get too close, they might lick you
I be in the water where pirañas used to fish food
Even some niggas bang red they'll get blue
So i keep my pistol, if you want your issue
Bro just brought a shit zhu
We gon' make like ten thou'
We gon' put this shit up
When we put this shit out
It's gon' be enough for everybody, n they mama kids
Everybody wanna be me, really, come see how i live
How i work my ass off, tryna get this bag off
Before i spend any pros, i just pay my tabs
Off
In the studio, like think-think
Brain blast-off

Yo man right, yeah

Huh, bitch, i can't let you play wit' me
I knew how to play a bitch, 'fore i knew my abc's
Y'all think i be sittin' on my ass, but i be chasin' green
My young nigga in his bush boutta bake his beans
First he boutta spread his scene
Then he make it clean
Can't be mad at that young king, that's how he make his cheese
He gon' get high, go home
And he gon' set his weed
These niggas love percocet, but they'll take some E'S
How a young nigga coulda did good in school
But he failed the test
Ain't no tellin' what the young nigga gon' fail at next
His dawg might be the next felon, he might be the felon next
Can't keep talkin' bout the trap rappin', cuz them separate texts
Try to keep your hands clean, life ain't fair
When they get your fingers in the system, boy they there
Huh, life ain't fair
If you play me 55 5, nigga i don't care

I don't answer when they slept on me
Now skilla baby turnin' up them streets
Me n my baby grindin' up them sheets
I don't trust nobody when i'm sleep
Told lil baby, do not sleep on me
You gettin' crazy, you can eat on me
Make the club go crazy, clubs get freaky
I'm so genuine kickin' it wit my people