Choosey - Left Field lyrics

[Intro - Choosey] 1-2-1, uh You know what I'm saying? You know how Choosey, and Exile do Uh, its DS n***a Look, uh [Verse 1 - Choosey] I'm flicking pennies out the window, hope they hit you just to wish you luck 'Cuz I'm praying you seeing faces, when you pick 'em up I copped a bible off a brotha', he told me he knew Jehovah I'd like to thank him for this paper I've been rolling up Re-wrote the basic instructs, when I twisted it up Inhaled a loud cloud, and exhaled it out, shall My guns go boom-boom, and your guns go- What I mean is big L's get pa**ed around now Cyphers use to be the way we knew surround sound James Brown the Messiah, we use to shout it loud Prouder than Penny's family, planning on winning a Grammy An Emmy, or any kind of plaque damn it Plaque on my teeth, I spit the nasty grammar Like what your mammy, and pappy be doing off camera Or maybe on it-, may I be honest? The sh** that I be on, be sh**ting on a scout performance Or far beyond it, and if I'm yawning I was thinking mattress moaning, you were talking holy matrimony Okay, I'm a ba*tard, I'm spazzing i know But don't be 'dose asking, what happened to the old me [Hook - Choosey] Pardon me, it ain't hard to see, I be on one You hardly in my league, you weak, (?) Strike three n***a, you all struck And Imma take it Left Field, and watch 'em all done Pardon me, it ain't hard to see, I be on one You hardly in my league, you weak, (?) Strike three n***a, you all struck And Imma take it Left Field, you lost one [Verse 2 - Choosey] I crept through the cracks Rap song braggadosh, naps on (?) Cut it to a Plateau Nappy a** flat top, barbershop dapper though Styles, on styles of kick sh** n***as had to quote sh** gets boring I switch it up, you can have the flow Rap song Delorean, past, present, and pa**ed most To the S's, and back folks Until the disclaimer go, and ask who attended my last show I'm next to a ten, two tens in the back yo And I ain't talking 'bout the system on slap, no I'm riding to my new, this what I do for the fans They can't wait for that to drop, like the sh** is Tabasco One hit away a** n***as 'gon crack, oh I hit 'em once, they literally crack like crack hoes Send they a** home with their pride, and their back broke Me, and my homies reenact it, and crack jokes [Hook] [Outro] Yea, live, and direct From the left side of the map Also known as the Left Field This what we're tryna bring to ya'll You know what I mean? We try to bring this to ya'll Worldwide Show ya'll exactly whats going down over here In the Left Field [Scratching] I leave 'em out left field