Always Inta Somethin' Lyrics
| Song | Always Inta Somethin' |
| Artist | Mac Dre |
| Artist | J. Diggs |
| Artist | Sleep Dank & Da Unda Dogg |
| Album | It's Not What You Say...It's How You Say It |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Back in December, or was it | |
| November? | |
| It's kind of shady, | |
| I can vaguely remember | |
| I was at the | |
| Peppermill, popping at the bartender | |
| He made me a drink called uh, | |
| Bodybender | |
| That's when a smurf pulled on my shirt | |
| Said (Hey, get off my girl, dog, before you get hurt) | |
| I said, "Hold on, I don't know what you think You better back the fuck up and let me order my drink" | |
| He backed the fuck up and did more than you think | |
| He had a A | |
| P, not a nine, but it's sort of the same | |
| So now it's one lonely | |
| R-o-m-p I'm all by myself without nobody | |
| Slightly noided, sense death, can | |
| I avoid it? | |
| Somebody slammed the do' on the way comin from the toilet | |
| He looked back, then | |
| I pulled out my strap | |
| Slapped him it twice but uh, | |
| I should've clapped | |
| Cause this other goon nigga started wildin | |
| I pulled out my faulty phone and started dialin | |
| Told my niggas to come on the double | |
| They finna put a nigga on the gong show, bust his bubble | |
| He said yeah, he know he comin "But damn my nigga, you always into somethin" [VERSE 2: J. Diggs] | |
| Recently, | |
| June 4th, released from jail | |
| And 'bout to hit the streets like a beast from hell | |
| It's that nigga y'all done heard about, young | |
| J. Diggs Love to play the game and | |
| I play big | |
| I see suckers havin money and | |
| I gots to have some | |
| You in the double | |
| R, I gots to have one | |
| I'm all up in his backdo' like knock-knock-knock | |
| The nigga moved too fast, so | |
| I pop-pop-popped | |
| Should've stood still, there would be no firing | |
| But it's a little late, all | |
| I'm hearin is sirens | |
| So now I'm in the wind like leaves on trees | |
| I'm in the crowd tryin to blend like d's on v's | |
| I'm sweatin bullets, | |
| I'm an ex-con out on parole | |
| What the fuck was | |
| I thinkin, | |
| I'm out of control | |
| I'm at the | |
| Romp House and | |
| I'm huffin and puffin | |
| My niggas lookin at me crazy cause | |
| I'm always into somethin [VERSE 3: Sleep Dank] | |
| Yo, we fuck with heavy guns, fuck around and pump heavy slugs | |
| We drinkin | |
| Rémy doin heavy drugs | |
| Nigga, we stay explosive, it's about a quarter to six | |
| Step out the limousine, my wallet's 'bout a quarter inch thick | |
| Nigga, we shittin on em, | |
| I pop the three-piece, savage | |
| So many carats up in my ice | |
| I could choke a rabbit | |
| Bitches screamin for me but all it took was one dirty look | |
| We hit that nigga with that murder book | |
| Nigga tried to step fast, hit him in the face with a | |
| Moët glass | |
| Spilled drink on his bitch, the whole club hit the do' fast | |
| Trunks is poppin, niggas wingin in the parking lot | |
| We keep it gangsta with them choppers out | |
| S-l double, | |
| I smell trouble, boy, it's nothin | |
| Keep your peace, muthafucka, | |
| I'm always into somethin [VERSE 4: Da' Unda' Dogg] | |
| Let me tell you somethin 'bout a nigga like me | |
| Never should've been let out the penitentiary | |
| Cause niggas done switched up, | |
| I guess they got it mixed up | |
| Now I'm a dust the heater off my shelf and leave em bitched up | |
| Like this one nigga actin like a dumb nigga | |
| S-in on his chest with no vest, yeah, he a dumb nigga | |
| Ain't no love in this thug shit | |
| Now he at the club tryin to hug on my thug bitch | |
| Plus she done gave me the run-down on how this nigga run round | |
| Town speakin on my name, tonight he get gunned down | |
| His bitch about to set him out, open the door and let him out | |
| Caught his ass scared and out, | |
| Bronc style, dead him out | |
| Never have beef with a nigga who bitch you wanna sleep with | |
| Cowards get devoured on that sweet shit | |
| Hit him with the venom, then bounce with my adrenaline pumpin | |
| Yo nigga always up into somethin |
| Back in December, or was it | |
| November? | |
| It' s kind of shady, | |
| I can vaguely remember | |
| I was at the | |
| Peppermill, popping at the bartender | |
| He made me a drink called uh, | |
| Bodybender | |
| That' s when a smurf pulled on my shirt | |
| Said Hey, get off my girl, dog, before you get hurt | |
| I said, " Hold on, I don' t know what you think You better back the fuck up and let me order my drink" | |
| He backed the fuck up and did more than you think | |
| He had a A | |
| P, not a nine, but it' s sort of the same | |
| So now it' s one lonely | |
| Romp I' m all by myself without nobody | |
| Slightly noided, sense death, can | |
| I avoid it? | |
| Somebody slammed the do' on the way comin from the toilet | |
| He looked back, then | |
| I pulled out my strap | |
| Slapped him it twice but uh, | |
| I should' ve clapped | |
| Cause this other goon nigga started wildin | |
| I pulled out my faulty phone and started dialin | |
| Told my niggas to come on the double | |
| They finna put a nigga on the gong show, bust his bubble | |
| He said yeah, he know he comin " But damn my nigga, you always into somethin" VERSE 2: J. Diggs | |
| Recently, | |
| June 4th, released from jail | |
| And ' bout to hit the streets like a beast from hell | |
| It' s that nigga y' all done heard about, young | |
| J. Diggs Love to play the game and | |
| I play big | |
| I see suckers havin money and | |
| I gots to have some | |
| You in the double | |
| R, I gots to have one | |
| I' m all up in his backdo' like knockknockknock | |
| The nigga moved too fast, so | |
| I poppoppopped | |
| Should' ve stood still, there would be no firing | |
| But it' s a little late, all | |
| I' m hearin is sirens | |
| So now I' m in the wind like leaves on trees | |
| I' m in the crowd tryin to blend like d' s on v' s | |
| I' m sweatin bullets, | |
| I' m an excon out on parole | |
| What the fuck was | |
| I thinkin, | |
| I' m out of control | |
| I' m at the | |
| Romp House and | |
| I' m huffin and puffin | |
| My niggas lookin at me crazy cause | |
| I' m always into somethin VERSE 3: Sleep Dank | |
| Yo, we fuck with heavy guns, fuck around and pump heavy slugs | |
| We drinkin | |
| R my doin heavy drugs | |
| Nigga, we stay explosive, it' s about a quarter to six | |
| Step out the limousine, my wallet' s ' bout a quarter inch thick | |
| Nigga, we shittin on em, | |
| I pop the threepiece, savage | |
| So many carats up in my ice | |
| I could choke a rabbit | |
| Bitches screamin for me but all it took was one dirty look | |
| We hit that nigga with that murder book | |
| Nigga tried to step fast, hit him in the face with a | |
| Mo t glass | |
| Spilled drink on his bitch, the whole club hit the do' fast | |
| Trunks is poppin, niggas wingin in the parking lot | |
| We keep it gangsta with them choppers out | |
| Sl double, | |
| I smell trouble, boy, it' s nothin | |
| Keep your peace, muthafucka, | |
| I' m always into somethin VERSE 4: Da' Unda' Dogg | |
| Let me tell you somethin ' bout a nigga like me | |
| Never should' ve been let out the penitentiary | |
| Cause niggas done switched up, | |
| I guess they got it mixed up | |
| Now I' m a dust the heater off my shelf and leave em bitched up | |
| Like this one nigga actin like a dumb nigga | |
| Sin on his chest with no vest, yeah, he a dumb nigga | |
| Ain' t no love in this thug shit | |
| Now he at the club tryin to hug on my thug bitch | |
| Plus she done gave me the rundown on how this nigga run round | |
| Town speakin on my name, tonight he get gunned down | |
| His bitch about to set him out, open the door and let him out | |
| Caught his ass scared and out, | |
| Bronc style, dead him out | |
| Never have beef with a nigga who bitch you wanna sleep with | |
| Cowards get devoured on that sweet shit | |
| Hit him with the venom, then bounce with my adrenaline pumpin | |
| Yo nigga always up into somethin |
| Back in December, or was it | |
| November? | |
| It' s kind of shady, | |
| I can vaguely remember | |
| I was at the | |
| Peppermill, popping at the bartender | |
| He made me a drink called uh, | |
| Bodybender | |
| That' s when a smurf pulled on my shirt | |
| Said Hey, get off my girl, dog, before you get hurt | |
| I said, " Hold on, I don' t know what you think You better back the fuck up and let me order my drink" | |
| He backed the fuck up and did more than you think | |
| He had a A | |
| P, not a nine, but it' s sort of the same | |
| So now it' s one lonely | |
| Romp I' m all by myself without nobody | |
| Slightly noided, sense death, can | |
| I avoid it? | |
| Somebody slammed the do' on the way comin from the toilet | |
| He looked back, then | |
| I pulled out my strap | |
| Slapped him it twice but uh, | |
| I should' ve clapped | |
| Cause this other goon nigga started wildin | |
| I pulled out my faulty phone and started dialin | |
| Told my niggas to come on the double | |
| They finna put a nigga on the gong show, bust his bubble | |
| He said yeah, he know he comin " But damn my nigga, you always into somethin" VERSE 2: J. Diggs | |
| Recently, | |
| June 4th, released from jail | |
| And ' bout to hit the streets like a beast from hell | |
| It' s that nigga y' all done heard about, young | |
| J. Diggs Love to play the game and | |
| I play big | |
| I see suckers havin money and | |
| I gots to have some | |
| You in the double | |
| R, I gots to have one | |
| I' m all up in his backdo' like knockknockknock | |
| The nigga moved too fast, so | |
| I poppoppopped | |
| Should' ve stood still, there would be no firing | |
| But it' s a little late, all | |
| I' m hearin is sirens | |
| So now I' m in the wind like leaves on trees | |
| I' m in the crowd tryin to blend like d' s on v' s | |
| I' m sweatin bullets, | |
| I' m an excon out on parole | |
| What the fuck was | |
| I thinkin, | |
| I' m out of control | |
| I' m at the | |
| Romp House and | |
| I' m huffin and puffin | |
| My niggas lookin at me crazy cause | |
| I' m always into somethin VERSE 3: Sleep Dank | |
| Yo, we fuck with heavy guns, fuck around and pump heavy slugs | |
| We drinkin | |
| R my doin heavy drugs | |
| Nigga, we stay explosive, it' s about a quarter to six | |
| Step out the limousine, my wallet' s ' bout a quarter inch thick | |
| Nigga, we shittin on em, | |
| I pop the threepiece, savage | |
| So many carats up in my ice | |
| I could choke a rabbit | |
| Bitches screamin for me but all it took was one dirty look | |
| We hit that nigga with that murder book | |
| Nigga tried to step fast, hit him in the face with a | |
| Mo t glass | |
| Spilled drink on his bitch, the whole club hit the do' fast | |
| Trunks is poppin, niggas wingin in the parking lot | |
| We keep it gangsta with them choppers out | |
| Sl double, | |
| I smell trouble, boy, it' s nothin | |
| Keep your peace, muthafucka, | |
| I' m always into somethin VERSE 4: Da' Unda' Dogg | |
| Let me tell you somethin ' bout a nigga like me | |
| Never should' ve been let out the penitentiary | |
| Cause niggas done switched up, | |
| I guess they got it mixed up | |
| Now I' m a dust the heater off my shelf and leave em bitched up | |
| Like this one nigga actin like a dumb nigga | |
| Sin on his chest with no vest, yeah, he a dumb nigga | |
| Ain' t no love in this thug shit | |
| Now he at the club tryin to hug on my thug bitch | |
| Plus she done gave me the rundown on how this nigga run round | |
| Town speakin on my name, tonight he get gunned down | |
| His bitch about to set him out, open the door and let him out | |
| Caught his ass scared and out, | |
| Bronc style, dead him out | |
| Never have beef with a nigga who bitch you wanna sleep with | |
| Cowards get devoured on that sweet shit | |
| Hit him with the venom, then bounce with my adrenaline pumpin | |
| Yo nigga always up into somethin |
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