Joe Cooley - U Don't Hear Me Tho' lyrics

But you don't hear me though (Funk, funk, funky) [ VERSE 1: Rodney O ] Muthaf**in punk Look who's hangin out with the Falcons Just because You're on top of the mountain But what goes up, must come down, ho They Didn't give a f** about you years ago So what you're gonna do when it's on sinkin Muthaf**a, you probably start drinkin I don't know, but I'll never be a s**er's friend Just because a fool's makin dead presidents Rodney O & Joe Cooley will never quit And all that bulllsh** dancin ain't sayin sh** I'm only down with my homies from the get-go f** O.P.P. and a sideshow If you don't like it, here goes my middle finger Rodney O's keepin one in the chamber Who you're foolin, you puff, you prance, punk ho Back to the hood, fool, but you don't hear me though (Funk, funk, funky) [ VERSE 2: Joe Cooley ] Here I go with the flow, some dope stuff from Joe Why don't you sit back, hey yo, and bob with the tempo So what up, n***as? Yeah, I got the funky jam Come up on your blindside - aw sh**, here I am I'm not down with the r&b, it make me sick Seeing a crooner tryin to add a rap a little bit You know what I'm talkin about, that sh**'s not real rap They try to add the hip-hop flavor, and it's still wack Rodney O, Joe Cooley got the gangster track Comin off strong, we're not givin no slack Kickin street sh** cause I know it would stick I got the hoochie mamas hummin on my dick Sit back, rap lovers, and smile The crew is about to entertain ya for a while You love it, you like it, it's a straight up rap show And to you r&b fans, you don't hear me though (Y'all ready for this?) [ VERSE 3: Rodney O ] Time for me to kick another fly funky verse And if I die, put a sound system in my hearse You don't hear me though, here's a title, bro I'm callin money when I slam down my domino Ugh - fever in the funk house Yeah, and if you play, then you know what I'm talkin about Who you're foolin when you say that you can fade the O? I got a New York critic in a choke hold He dissed my record cause he didn't like my vocals Now I'm showin him the meaning of loco I'm not friends with my peers, so I'm overlooked I got the p-funk, fool, on a funky hook I'm payin s**ers back for all the years of dissin me But now I'm rollin, and there ain't no stoppin me Rodney O and Joe down with the psycho Back to the hood, fool, but you don't hear me though (Funk, funk, funky) [ VERSE 4: Joe Cooley ] L.A.'s the place where the hardcore is happenin That's the way it is, so that's the way we're rappin Some New Yorkers don't know where we're comin from And one had the nerve to try to diss Compton? I take it personal when you diss my hood, son Now you got me wanna break you off some (yeah) Now you got me wanna break you off some (yeah) Now you got me wanna break you off somethin (Funk, funk, funky) Joe Cooley is (funk, funk, funky) Rodney O is (funk, funk, funky) This jam is (funk, funk, funky) But you don't hear me though (Funk, funk, funky) But you don't hear me though