Del The Funky Homosapien - Pet Peeves lyrics

Part 1: FWA--Fair Weather Associates: Fair weather a**ociates You better, watch how close they get It's the, fair weather a**ociates You better, watch how close they get It's the, fair weather a**ociates You better, watch how close they get It's the, fair weather a**ociates You better, watch how close they get [Del] We all know FWA's, how they lay cause they figure if you're bumpin the pays In the long run, and it's all fun in their eyes They must be on one how, they prepare lies Get up close make you think, you the host of the ceremonies Why you ain't peepin like a doggy mark his territory They're never there for me when I need a little boost Because of who you are, they can get a little juice Then they like to seemingly leans up on your shoulders Otherwise he's steppin on toes gettin over Flappin his molars talkin 'bout he owe you and every time he smoke, he don't show you no love And be the first fool with his lips on the blunt If he persists to front I'ma commenced to dump Be careful when you make a little something that's yours Cause a lot of these predators want yours to be theirs Or at least own a share just by bein there I be on some hermit skit, and fools think I'm square now There's an interesting way to look at it I look at them as bein fake, the way they took advantage Speaking on the crooks of the planet, who claim they got game Yeah you the game and they the hunter; just one more [Intro] Fair weather a**ociates You better, watch how close they get It's the, fair weather a**ociates You better, watch how close they get ["sh** Talkers" part two of "Pet Peeves":] Hey wha**up man, this is D-E-L once again I'm here to tell you a little story about this motherf**er who keep runnin his big a** mouth You don't know me, motherf**er Shut your a** up, 'fore I slap the lips off your motherf**in face Man, you got a big a** mouth! You know what? [Del] Fools is hella talkative, saying how I walk and live Always trying to start the kid, wishin that we all can give a small interview, just a subterfuge Wanna hook up with you so they can say 'whatchu do' Get your own life, live your own legacy Why you wanna spread my rees, talking 'bout my girls pregnancy Professor, I guess you never learned your lesson When you saw me out drinkin at the bar, you said I was s**in this other ho Chuck D, what a brother know about my beeswax, runnin off with your feedback Who I smoked weed with? Who I smoked crack with? (false) How I s**ed every girl you know without no prophylactic Fool, I'll be in the house and that's it On the rap tip or studyin, unlike you You quite new, no game I understand you a youngster, wanna be hustler Undercover buster Can't believe I trusted ya - but that goes to show how fools fold getting jelly off the dough, yo! [Del's imitation] "Del's rich Del's b**h got zero, cause Del's a hero, Del's a weirdo because he do h**n" [Del] Ain't got no idea where Teren's been I should take it to pugilism so I can fuse your vision with some realness Instead of these fake phony stories you be glorifyin Don't you know that many more are dyin? From the fatal disease, called runnin them choppers in front of females, or on front of the coppers You only do this sh** cause you be wanting your propers Somebody's gonna get steamed and run up and pop ya You exercise your choppers really, choo choo choo You exercise your choppers off some brand new news Your molars bite, your canines tear, whether it's false or true You exercise your choppers like some gossipin fool You know what? You get your little notices from bumpin your gums When you should be concentratin on lumpin your sums Got to show your little a** when company comes Cause We From The Crew That You Wanna Be From You get your little notices from bumpin your gums When you should be concentratin on lumpin your sums Got to show your little a** when company comes Cause We From The Crew That You Wanna Be From! BIOTCH! ["Followers" part three of "Pet Peeves":] [Chorus] Followers, dick swallowers No power over themselves, blindness Don't take it as a diss, take it as an act of kindness We wanna be in front while you fools is behind us Are you gonna live your whole life with blindness on your eyelids? Pretty boys fakin like they grinders [Del] First off, you a buster so mind us On the street with your crack thinkin your a timer Co-signin, findin it ain't workin Fiends is perkin, I seen you on Perkins Fools chirpin around the blocks with glocks And you, really ain't ready for the plot they got It's unbelievable the way the leave your skull on the pavement Snatch up your scrilla as soon as you made it You could be layin dead, instead you play dead So they would quit whoopin your a**; you get, put in the past Tryin to keep up with the Jones' like the ma** N.C. baby, means you got no cla** [Poser speaks] "Aw what n***a? Man, I be on the flat lands all the time, n***a. I-I ain't even trippin!" [DEL] "Man you from the hills though man, what you doin" [Poser] "Aww n***a you don't know n***a. n***a, I'm following n***az." [DEL] "You trippin' man." [Poser] "Man I be grindin' and chillin' n***a, I was rolling dice the other day n***a." [DEL] "You need to take your a** to school." [Poser] "Aww" [Chorus] Followers, dick swallowers No power over themselves, blindness Don't take it as a diss, take it as an act of kindness We wanna be in front while you fools is behind us Are you gonna live your whole life with blindness on your eyelids? Pretty boys fakin like they grinders ("Dude, that ain't me, dude") [Del] You bite somebody's style, it's invitin like a child You cling to it; I hear it, hmmm It's got a ring to it - if that's your thing do it At least you claim you ain't down with that hiphop shoobeedoobee Which is fine cause my click say you booty You a white kid, your mom said I'm a mooley Now you talking 'bout pa** the doobie and the toolie Got your raps and your gat pointed at yours truly Talking 'bout you gonna school me, who me? Here's a little j**el like a ruby since you talkin like you knew me Playing a role that's straight out a movie Acting unruly, and your neighbors call SOO-WEEE to the pigs then they fling you in the brig Leave gang bangin to the real gat holders or real black soldiers who you don't know of Who don't show love with all you sun and your thun Cause they know where you from, You from Oakland, you rich and you ain't from the slums Your pops is a politician So why bein a criminal is your three wishes used up, do what comes naturally Quit playing a role that don't even have to be You slippin [Poser 2] "Dude, I ain't slippin, man I'm from the town too, man I'm from the Oakland hills dude. That's East Oakland, blood. You don't even know, man." [DEL] "Man, you trippin man." [Poser 2] "I ain't trippin dude. Why you trying to step to me like, you know, you somethin man?" [DEL] "Yap, yap, yap, yap." [Poser 2] "What up? Whatever dude, whatever." [DEL] "All in my ear with that yappin, man. You trippin." [Poser 2] "I'll keep at it to! Wa**up?" [DEL] "What!? [laughing] You gonna get hard? What you talkin about fool?" [Poser 2] "Hey, you never know." [chorus] Followers, dick swallowers No power over themselves, blindness Don't take it as a diss, take it as an act of kindness We wanna be in front while you fools is behind us Are you gonna live your whole life with blindness on your eyelids?