Brooks - 323 lyrics

Now everybody from the 3-2-3 Put your motherf**in' hands up and follow me Now everybody from the 3-2-3 Put your motherf**in' hands up Look, look I got this beat in my head and I can't get rid of it Just like their addiction with the nicotine cigarette They can't spit this sh** the way I spit this sh** I just gave them another reason why they should quit In their brain, like me and girl, I'm into it Taking over this world, once I'm through this b**h She comes back for more of my f**in' dick I let her, 'cause I like how she use her lips And everybody else wants a f**in' piece of me But they can't f**in' touch, they can only see Anything I say and they're f**in' onto me b**h leave me alone, give me some f**in' privacy Everybody says they feel my pain Too bad I don't f**in' feel the same way I blame experiences on what I became Proud of it too, ain't got no f**in' shame I'm not done, I begun, I just started Some call me the one, and I don't doubt it You say that I'm wrong and retarded Funny thing is you won't do sh** about it Now everybody from the 3-2-3 Put your motherf**in' hands up and follow me Now everybody from the 3-2-3 Put your motherf**in' hands up Alright a lot of people are scared of getting shot But you get used to it when you're living in Watts I saw people get k**ed in the parking lots k**ers in the streets and they never get caught Always hearing the cops around your block Make sure before you go to sleep, the doors are locked They do nothing to get this sh** to stop Get your a** k**ed, whether it's your fault or not I don't know how the f** I'm still living I should've died ever since the beginning God kept me alive with all this sinning But I did what I had to do to keep on winning Now I'm sprintin to the finish No looking back, at the crack heads In fact, I'm still being chased by the villains These demons look at me like I'm one of them, chillin Who said the devil did all the dealing? Now listen my minions I don't need no opinions I know I'm the best and I haven't hit the ceiling A through Z, til' I ball like Krillin I'm scared of that cell, scared of that cell I play it cool and they can never tell That I'm actually cleaner than f**in' Purell That I feather well, with a big dick and its outer shell They think I'm trapped in this hell hole, water well But I'm a dopea** swimmer, like Michael Phelps Say lates to the late Donatello Tell him I said hello Listening to swimming pools Got people staring at me like "yo, what the f** has gotten into you!?" I feel like I failed ever since my interview Mental breakdowns, gentle takedowns, stupid questions None of this makes sense now I lost you, causing panic Let me switch gears like a f**in' mechanic My flow be automatic Talking frantic No sleep, f** a xanix f** the projects and people treating me like one f** my conscience the devil already won Or so I let her think Turn that red from that pink Wa**up tight kitties Get off me before I explode a load in your hole with some foam And I ain't wanna a clone And I'm scared to d**h, scared to look in my f**ing yearbook f** Cranbrook You ain't a crook son You just a shook one