Kenny Parker - If Headz Only Knew lyrics

[Heather B] Ah, ahhh, huh.. Ain't no shorts gon' be taken, word up [Chorus 2X: Heather B] If headz only knew how I felt about the rap game They'd know - I ain't goin out If headz only knew how I felt about the rap game They'd know - I ain't goin out [Heather B] "I'm Every Woman," like Whitney, and Chaka I sparks the green lye, the choc' thai, that good ganja I stay mad bent, twisted up like a pretzel Rainin on hoes in weak shows like Tempest Bledsoe My head so heavy, heavy-headed, heavy-handed It be these wild n***as that I roll and stand with I be rhymin 'til dusk, bout trials and triumph My grill be like what? n***as know, I don't give a f** I stay in touch with the streets, the corners Employed by the people, start slackin, a goner You wanna know why I keep it real, cause it's easy f** the fancy sh**, it's the simple things that please me I sports fat gear, along with no name sh** As long as I got me some cash, I don't care who name on my hip I'm doin sh** for noventa-seis That's nine-six in Spanish, why don't your wack a** vanish [Chorus] [Heather B] Demolition done, competition none Reputation unsung strong long ground what I got verbals, got herbals, and antihistamines I'm herbally and verbally distributin you listenin It's more to it, than a Lex and duplex Don't sell s** or 'mote s** sells, I got more respect Dressed in jeans, Gortex and striped rugbies With the strength of fifty-four n***as, word, that love me Hoes ain't ready for the sh** I got And when I finally rock they'll see I turned it up a notch No more comin, but yo' crack is wide open Or try to be hardcore, claimin, you totin I hope that you be hopin, when I'm rhymin, I'm jokin My tech', is more complex than weed smokin Senile, it's time that I get more agile Style versatile, fu*k doin a minute, in the penile Attitude hostile, intelligently hostile Not just the rhymes but my frame of mind will drop you [Chorus] [Heather B] To all the doubters, givin they opinion My rhyme style winnin so I'll just keep spittin Yeah, I'm just nasty like that and I don't give a f** no more f** that herb and his who*e, cause yo In my last game of freestylin I dropped fifty They did me none, mad jump shots and add ones And then the tech', for bringin b**hes down by they neck Yo stop it, now there's no need to get wrecked You play wild, but my style was flagrant and it's foul I'll have you wipin sh** wit'cho white towel I crashed yo' bust cause you don't think when you shoot That made it way back downcourt and caught a ill alley-oop OOH! Heather B, y'all ain't know I get up Plus I make my lay-ups, so all you heffers shut the fu*k UP A team player, strategy the full court press up Fat jersey and a baggy short Guess Yeah, I even spotted 'em ten and did damage Let them pick the refs plus they had home court advantage But even then, I'm not one to underestimate So the whole forty-eight I banged out in the paint And when it all, was put on the line Tied score, second left in double overtime These b**hes went and fouled me, they must not know That in the clutch, Heather B was gon' sink both free throws [Chorus]