Saigon Oh Yeah (our babies) LYRICS
{kid talking}
[Saigon]
Suckers could not survive without philosphy,
When somebody dies, you see why I'm not suprised
had a plot to rise since I looked in the doctors eyes,
since I started drinking milk through her h***genise,
I would strive with or without pops to provide
moms still cries cause she fell for a cracker lies,
I try to teach her to fight her fears,
I try to tech her to wipe her tears,
don't worry she gonna be aight this year,
I'm at the top of my game, just watch for my name,
better of poppin my brain than poppin my chain,
I claim king without droping a thing,
when they ask if I'm the best
I remenisce of the bing, and think...
{kid talking}
[Saigon]
The drama's pityfull, lil n***** is h***cid-ic-al,
couple meals ago shorty was eating through his umbilical,
now he feels he unkillable, s*** is all amazin,
wrong altercation, will leave his a** witha long abrasion,
I try to make my life defocal through rhymes,
these n***** do vocal booth crimes, I shot n***** multiple times,
you sold a few dimes, but when you're rapping you're the crack king,
I sold it to whites when you thougt it was just a black thing,
I'm filled with this realness, rappers happen to lack it,
I flabergasted you got a platinum plaque for that wack s***,
all the real gangstas they on their way to be dead or in jail,
they don't make records to sell...
{kid talking}
[Saigon]
The drama's pityfull, lil n***** is h***cidical,
couple meals ago shorty was eating through his umbilical,
now he feels he unkillable, s*** is all amazin,
wrong altercation, will leave his a** witha long abrasion,
I try to make my life defocal through rhymes,
these n***** do vocal booth crimes, I shot n***** multiple times,
you sold a few dimes, but when you're rapping you're the crack king,
I sold it to whites when you thougt it was just a black thing,
I'm filled with this realness, rappers happen to lack it,
I flabergasted you got a platinum plaque for that wack s***,
all the real gangstas they on their way to be dead or in jail,
they don't make records to sell...
they don't make records to sell...
they don't make records to sell...
they don't make records to sell...
they don't make records to sell...
Saigon Oh Yeah (our babies) LYRICS
{kid talking}
[Saigon]
Suckers could not survive without philosphy,
When somebody dies, you see why I'm not suprised
had a plot to rise since I looked in the doctors eyes,
since I started drinking milk through her h***genise,
I would strive with or without pops to provide
moms still cries cause she fell for a cracker lies,
I try to teach her to fight her fears,
I try to tech her to wipe her tears,
don't worry she gonna be aight this year,
I'm at the top of my game, just watch for my name,
better of poppin my brain than poppin my chain,
I claim king without droping a thing,
when they ask if I'm the best
I remenisce of the bing, and think...
{kid talking}
[Saigon]
The drama's pityfull, lil n***** is h***cid-ic-al,
couple meals ago shorty was eating through his umbilical,
now he feels he unkillable, s*** is all amazin,
wrong altercation, will leave his a** witha long abrasion,
I try to make my life defocal through rhymes,
these n***** do vocal booth crimes, I shot n***** multiple times,
you sold a few dimes, but when you're rapping you're the crack king,
I sold it to whites when you thougt it was just a black thing,
I'm filled with this realness, rappers happen to lack it,
I flabergasted you got a platinum plaque for that wack s***,
all the real gangstas they on their way to be dead or in jail,
they don't make records to sell...
{kid talking}
[Saigon]
The drama's pityfull, lil n***** is h***cidical,
couple meals ago shorty was eating through his umbilical,
now he feels he unkillable, s*** is all amazin,
wrong altercation, will leave his a** witha long abrasion,
I try to make my life defocal through rhymes,
these n***** do vocal booth crimes, I shot n***** multiple times,
you sold a few dimes, but when you're rapping you're the crack king,
I sold it to whites when you thougt it was just a black thing,
I'm filled with this realness, rappers happen to lack it,
I flabergasted you got a platinum plaque for that wack s***,
all the real gangstas they on their way to be dead or in jail,
they don't make records to sell...
they don't make records to sell...
they don't make records to sell...
they don't make records to sell...
they don't make records to sell...
Saigon Oh Yeah (our babies) LYRICS