Geto Boys - Talkin' Loud ain't Saying Nothin' (OG) lyrics

[Verse 1: DJ Akshen] Living your life like a big shot, you're not Bragging and bragging about the money you got See you're the type of n***a that's played for a stump Broker than a motherf**er, b**h that's a front Running around, high capping like a jerk You and that big eyed b**h in that miniskirt So don't look around like you haven't the clue Little nasty a** freak, f** you! Dee gave me the scoop when you tramp Your man's a dope-fiend buying crack with your food stamps Though he played the role of a soldier The n***a's a crackerjack and I could've told you Screaming and screaming about the things that he's dumping But you'se a lying motherf**er, and you know it too Telling all your friends your n***a's rich Boy I can't stand no lying a** b**h You need to grow up and put yourself on that other level Talking loud as f**, now b**h what you tryna sell? Swearing up and down that's he's leading you I bet in a week, his sorry a** will be leaving you Hoe, that I was through? This is far from the last I'mma jump off a hearse and back on your scandalous a** Now think way back in the days in the gutter You, your mother and your cheeky a** brother I remember it, how could I forget? And look at you now, boy, you still ain't sh** You'll forever live your life as a f**ing Lowlife, talking loud, saying nothing "Talking loud, saying nothing" -] James Brown (Hey, Silly Willy. Let me call, let me say something. Let me say something, let me talk.) "Talking loud, saying nothing" -] James Brown [Verse 2: Bushwick Bill] You Goddamn parents are tripping Give me some of that sh** you've been sniffing You don't want your kids to hear songs of this nature But you take them to the movies to watch Schwarzenegger f** that 'land of opportunity' sh** I don't need permission to sell a damn hit I said what I want, when I want, how I want Try to stop me get your f**ing a** stomped Call me a bad guy but in reality Most of you motherf**ers curse worse than me You'd rather not show it, you Goddamn hypocrite I ain't hiding sh** so s** my dick You can't stop this because the underground is street f** that sh** you preach every week You contradict yourself in every phrase Do you know a stupid motherf**er that's always "Talking loud, saying nothing" -] James Brown (Hey, Silly Willy. Let me call, let me say something. Let me say something, let me talk.) (Yeah, man, we pumping it up on the South side. I'm fixing to get me a Benz next month. I got the money for it right now, but I'm waiting on Rico to bring me this ki, you know what I'm saying?) [Verse 3: Willie Dee] n***a, do I look like a Goddamn s**er? You say you're clocking, you'se a lying motherf**er Kicking that sh** about you're waiting to scope But every time I see your a**, you're waiting on Metro I can't stand a lying a** n***a Try to be hard but you're sweeter than Sugar Told your boys you shot a cop to d**h But motherf**er you was locked down for auto-theft Say you ran sh**, what you had to drink? n***a, you was on a Goddamn punk tank Washing out another n***a's drawers And getting f**ed up your doo-doo walls So don't give me that bullsh** story p**y motherf**er, I heard they took your commissary What the f** are you, a man or a mouse? (Man) Well, why the f** you clean another n***a's house? Hoe a** n***a, yeah the word got back I wouldn't of busted your a** but you tried to high cap You're like Pinocchio, can't get a lie straight Say you're scoring ki's when you're f**ing with 8ths Boy, you're "Talking loud, saying nothing" -] James Brown "Talking loud, saying nothing" -] James Brown [Willie Dee:] What the f** you doing talking to that n***a? [Girl:] Ah, boy. I went to school with him, that's my friend [Verse 4: Willie Dee] Hoe, shut up, you're pissing me off I'm about to bust you in your Goddamn mouth Have you forgotten my description? I'm a Ghetto Boy (We can't stand lying b**hes) Hoe, you got a head like a Goddamn rock Is your motherf**ing brain washed? Just another day I had a hard on for a blow And I had to beep you just to find you hoe Another thing I dislike, is your funky a** friends b**h, who you f**ing? Me or them? You're with the hoes all afternoon And when it's time for me, all your time is consumed But f** that sh**, take off my ring and my flack And you owe me 250 for the Goddamn contacts You say you love me but you keep f**ing up Dumb b**h, you ain't doing nothing but "Talking loud, saying nothing" -] James Brown "Talking loud, saying nothing" -] James Brown "Talking loud, saying nothing" -] James Brown "Talking loud, saying nothing" -] James Brown "Talking loud, saying nothing" -] James Brown (Hey, Silly Willy. Let me call, let me say something. Let me say something, let me talk.) "Talking loud, saying nothing" -] James Brown