Hoodlum Poetry Lyrics
| Song | Hoodlum Poetry |
| Artist | Mia X |
| Album | Unlady Like |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mia X | |
| I came to this country with my mama | |
| Everybody called her the white girl | |
| But you all knew I had a lil' somethin' somethin' on me | |
| Cause my outer was slightly tanned | |
| Southern folk called me a yellow gal | |
| I've been out here in this world for a while now | |
| Bringing madness and mayhem to man, woman, and child | |
| You see my mother, the white girl had several lovers | |
| So my father's true identity has yet to be discovered | |
| Some call it A-1 soda others V-12 | |
| Doctor Tishner has been implicated | |
| But all of their seeds are incriminating evidence | |
| As far as my perception goes | |
| My mother, she was indeed good, but I was most powerful | |
| Just ask anybody in your hood | |
| You can even ask those in corporate America about this mobstress | |
| Most times, I as little as a pea, though my weight fluctuates | |
| Size ain't shit, cause I have enough game to make you steal from ya mama | |
| And call her out by her name | |
| I can make her neglect her children, sale her body, perform dirty tricks | |
| On her knees and be called the neighborhood hottie | |
| Everybody's a thief and a liar once they make my acquaintance | |
| They be anxious to buy my love, they lust for me | |
| Want to hold me and test my purity, but it's only for a moment | |
| You see the ecstasy that I give to you | |
| It's only temporary but quite costly | |
| I'm bossy from your very first encounter with me | |
| I tell you, you need me, gots to have me, can't live without me | |
| The pea, my game extends, it gets deeper | |
| You see my skills don't pimp just the weak minded | |
| The so-called big ballin' brothers are obsessed with me | |
| They kill, rob, and plot on one another to possess me | |
| They see me as a goddess | |
| The financial path that will lead them out the ghetto | |
| But don't they know, have a clue | |
| That I and my mother were sent here to destroy them | |
| To entice, baffle, and trap them | |
| Conscious people call the conspiracy genocide | |
| Well, what do you think | |
| I mean you make money off me, while they pile up evidence on you | |
| Then get you to spend all the money you're stackin' | |
| On lawyers and bail bondsmen | |
| They seize your property and worldly items | |
| That have you caught up in this lifestyle | |
| Material things that turn friends to foes | |
| Woman to hoe, man to monster | |
| Yeah nigga you've changed but so what | |
| Cause I give you what you need I give you power | |
| Make you feel invincible right by me | |
| I make you feel like a big man, timer | |
| No matter how fat, ugly, illiterate you are | |
| I make the prettiest women love you | |
| Fight over you and compete with others trying to give you babies | |
| I make your relative, want to kiss your ass | |
| Treat you like a king and roll out the red carpet | |
| They've got one hand out for money | |
| And the other hand has a pen in it so you can sign your life policy | |
| My assistance makes you have that edge over the next man | |
| Cause it's all about me and money, the root of all evil | |
| The necessities of function in this society | |
| I make all your gangsta dumbass stories interesting | |
| Cause you are the man | |
| I mean we listen in awe as you speak of your murder tales | |
| Ménage a trios, homosexual advances, and secret romances | |
| I'm bout it and I make you feel bout it bout it | |
| I split family, split friends, split lovers and even business partners | |
| So niggas nickname me crack, ain't that something | |
| I'm the reason why a lot of people are homeless, crazy, crippled | |
| Why they're HIV positive and dead | |
| But you still want me, feel the need for me to be in your possession | |
| Fear to get high off my intoxicating little pieces | |
| Or to spread my love to profit | |
| You're even willing to kill and die for me | |
| And even though my mother, the white girl | |
| Engaged in several orgies for my creation | |
| I still know my father, you know him too | |
| You follow his lead, and work with him | |
| Claim you hate him but your actions are different from your tongue | |
| Let's face it, you serve him faster than you do your God | |
| We own you nigga | |
| And as far as the ones that send I and my mother here to destroy you | |
| We own them too | |
| So after all my destruction, I must pat myself on the back, uh uh | |
| I am crack, the devil's daughter | |
| Human life, minds destroy ya | |
| You need me, yeah ya do, for sho' ya do, you really do | |
| So go head on nigga, take a hit | |
| I'ma keep putting you out on the streets | |
| Freeze you now, help me to kill you | |
| Hoodlum poetry, food for ya mind | |
| Wake up deaf, dumb and blind, it's time | |
| I'm the masteress, I'm the mobstress | |
| I'm the pimpstress, and I own you | |
| I'm the masteress, I'm the mobstress | |
| And I own you, I'm trying to kill you | |
| And I'm succeeding, yes I'm succeeding | |
| I'm trying to kill you and I'm gon' do it | |
| I'm gon' kill you, I'm gon' kill you | |
| I'm gon' kill you, and it's bloody |
| zuo ci : Mia X | |
| I came to this country with my mama | |
| Everybody called her the white girl | |
| But you all knew I had a lil' somethin' somethin' on me | |
| Cause my outer was slightly tanned | |
| Southern folk called me a yellow gal | |
| I' ve been out here in this world for a while now | |
| Bringing madness and mayhem to man, woman, and child | |
| You see my mother, the white girl had several lovers | |
| So my father' s true identity has yet to be discovered | |
| Some call it A1 soda others V12 | |
| Doctor Tishner has been implicated | |
| But all of their seeds are incriminating evidence | |
| As far as my perception goes | |
| My mother, she was indeed good, but I was most powerful | |
| Just ask anybody in your hood | |
| You can even ask those in corporate America about this mobstress | |
| Most times, I as little as a pea, though my weight fluctuates | |
| Size ain' t shit, cause I have enough game to make you steal from ya mama | |
| And call her out by her name | |
| I can make her neglect her children, sale her body, perform dirty tricks | |
| On her knees and be called the neighborhood hottie | |
| Everybody' s a thief and a liar once they make my acquaintance | |
| They be anxious to buy my love, they lust for me | |
| Want to hold me and test my purity, but it' s only for a moment | |
| You see the ecstasy that I give to you | |
| It' s only temporary but quite costly | |
| I' m bossy from your very first encounter with me | |
| I tell you, you need me, gots to have me, can' t live without me | |
| The pea, my game extends, it gets deeper | |
| You see my skills don' t pimp just the weak minded | |
| The socalled big ballin' brothers are obsessed with me | |
| They kill, rob, and plot on one another to possess me | |
| They see me as a goddess | |
| The financial path that will lead them out the ghetto | |
| But don' t they know, have a clue | |
| That I and my mother were sent here to destroy them | |
| To entice, baffle, and trap them | |
| Conscious people call the conspiracy genocide | |
| Well, what do you think | |
| I mean you make money off me, while they pile up evidence on you | |
| Then get you to spend all the money you' re stackin' | |
| On lawyers and bail bondsmen | |
| They seize your property and worldly items | |
| That have you caught up in this lifestyle | |
| Material things that turn friends to foes | |
| Woman to hoe, man to monster | |
| Yeah nigga you' ve changed but so what | |
| Cause I give you what you need I give you power | |
| Make you feel invincible right by me | |
| I make you feel like a big man, timer | |
| No matter how fat, ugly, illiterate you are | |
| I make the prettiest women love you | |
| Fight over you and compete with others trying to give you babies | |
| I make your relative, want to kiss your ass | |
| Treat you like a king and roll out the red carpet | |
| They' ve got one hand out for money | |
| And the other hand has a pen in it so you can sign your life policy | |
| My assistance makes you have that edge over the next man | |
| Cause it' s all about me and money, the root of all evil | |
| The necessities of function in this society | |
| I make all your gangsta dumbass stories interesting | |
| Cause you are the man | |
| I mean we listen in awe as you speak of your murder tales | |
| Me nage a trios, homosexual advances, and secret romances | |
| I' m bout it and I make you feel bout it bout it | |
| I split family, split friends, split lovers and even business partners | |
| So niggas nickname me crack, ain' t that something | |
| I' m the reason why a lot of people are homeless, crazy, crippled | |
| Why they' re HIV positive and dead | |
| But you still want me, feel the need for me to be in your possession | |
| Fear to get high off my intoxicating little pieces | |
| Or to spread my love to profit | |
| You' re even willing to kill and die for me | |
| And even though my mother, the white girl | |
| Engaged in several orgies for my creation | |
| I still know my father, you know him too | |
| You follow his lead, and work with him | |
| Claim you hate him but your actions are different from your tongue | |
| Let' s face it, you serve him faster than you do your God | |
| We own you nigga | |
| And as far as the ones that send I and my mother here to destroy you | |
| We own them too | |
| So after all my destruction, I must pat myself on the back, uh uh | |
| I am crack, the devil' s daughter | |
| Human life, minds destroy ya | |
| You need me, yeah ya do, for sho' ya do, you really do | |
| So go head on nigga, take a hit | |
| I' ma keep putting you out on the streets | |
| Freeze you now, help me to kill you | |
| Hoodlum poetry, food for ya mind | |
| Wake up deaf, dumb and blind, it' s time | |
| I' m the masteress, I' m the mobstress | |
| I' m the pimpstress, and I own you | |
| I' m the masteress, I' m the mobstress | |
| And I own you, I' m trying to kill you | |
| And I' m succeeding, yes I' m succeeding | |
| I' m trying to kill you and I' m gon' do it | |
| I' m gon' kill you, I' m gon' kill you | |
| I' m gon' kill you, and it' s bloody |
| zuò cí : Mia X | |
| I came to this country with my mama | |
| Everybody called her the white girl | |
| But you all knew I had a lil' somethin' somethin' on me | |
| Cause my outer was slightly tanned | |
| Southern folk called me a yellow gal | |
| I' ve been out here in this world for a while now | |
| Bringing madness and mayhem to man, woman, and child | |
| You see my mother, the white girl had several lovers | |
| So my father' s true identity has yet to be discovered | |
| Some call it A1 soda others V12 | |
| Doctor Tishner has been implicated | |
| But all of their seeds are incriminating evidence | |
| As far as my perception goes | |
| My mother, she was indeed good, but I was most powerful | |
| Just ask anybody in your hood | |
| You can even ask those in corporate America about this mobstress | |
| Most times, I as little as a pea, though my weight fluctuates | |
| Size ain' t shit, cause I have enough game to make you steal from ya mama | |
| And call her out by her name | |
| I can make her neglect her children, sale her body, perform dirty tricks | |
| On her knees and be called the neighborhood hottie | |
| Everybody' s a thief and a liar once they make my acquaintance | |
| They be anxious to buy my love, they lust for me | |
| Want to hold me and test my purity, but it' s only for a moment | |
| You see the ecstasy that I give to you | |
| It' s only temporary but quite costly | |
| I' m bossy from your very first encounter with me | |
| I tell you, you need me, gots to have me, can' t live without me | |
| The pea, my game extends, it gets deeper | |
| You see my skills don' t pimp just the weak minded | |
| The socalled big ballin' brothers are obsessed with me | |
| They kill, rob, and plot on one another to possess me | |
| They see me as a goddess | |
| The financial path that will lead them out the ghetto | |
| But don' t they know, have a clue | |
| That I and my mother were sent here to destroy them | |
| To entice, baffle, and trap them | |
| Conscious people call the conspiracy genocide | |
| Well, what do you think | |
| I mean you make money off me, while they pile up evidence on you | |
| Then get you to spend all the money you' re stackin' | |
| On lawyers and bail bondsmen | |
| They seize your property and worldly items | |
| That have you caught up in this lifestyle | |
| Material things that turn friends to foes | |
| Woman to hoe, man to monster | |
| Yeah nigga you' ve changed but so what | |
| Cause I give you what you need I give you power | |
| Make you feel invincible right by me | |
| I make you feel like a big man, timer | |
| No matter how fat, ugly, illiterate you are | |
| I make the prettiest women love you | |
| Fight over you and compete with others trying to give you babies | |
| I make your relative, want to kiss your ass | |
| Treat you like a king and roll out the red carpet | |
| They' ve got one hand out for money | |
| And the other hand has a pen in it so you can sign your life policy | |
| My assistance makes you have that edge over the next man | |
| Cause it' s all about me and money, the root of all evil | |
| The necessities of function in this society | |
| I make all your gangsta dumbass stories interesting | |
| Cause you are the man | |
| I mean we listen in awe as you speak of your murder tales | |
| Mé nage a trios, homosexual advances, and secret romances | |
| I' m bout it and I make you feel bout it bout it | |
| I split family, split friends, split lovers and even business partners | |
| So niggas nickname me crack, ain' t that something | |
| I' m the reason why a lot of people are homeless, crazy, crippled | |
| Why they' re HIV positive and dead | |
| But you still want me, feel the need for me to be in your possession | |
| Fear to get high off my intoxicating little pieces | |
| Or to spread my love to profit | |
| You' re even willing to kill and die for me | |
| And even though my mother, the white girl | |
| Engaged in several orgies for my creation | |
| I still know my father, you know him too | |
| You follow his lead, and work with him | |
| Claim you hate him but your actions are different from your tongue | |
| Let' s face it, you serve him faster than you do your God | |
| We own you nigga | |
| And as far as the ones that send I and my mother here to destroy you | |
| We own them too | |
| So after all my destruction, I must pat myself on the back, uh uh | |
| I am crack, the devil' s daughter | |
| Human life, minds destroy ya | |
| You need me, yeah ya do, for sho' ya do, you really do | |
| So go head on nigga, take a hit | |
| I' ma keep putting you out on the streets | |
| Freeze you now, help me to kill you | |
| Hoodlum poetry, food for ya mind | |
| Wake up deaf, dumb and blind, it' s time | |
| I' m the masteress, I' m the mobstress | |
| I' m the pimpstress, and I own you | |
| I' m the masteress, I' m the mobstress | |
| And I own you, I' m trying to kill you | |
| And I' m succeeding, yes I' m succeeding | |
| I' m trying to kill you and I' m gon' do it | |
| I' m gon' kill you, I' m gon' kill you | |
| I' m gon' kill you, and it' s bloody |
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