Goodie Mob - Thought Process lyrics

rate me

Let me get a chop at this lumber niggas

From da down underground are hangin' around the A-Town

Lookin' for a come up, workin' from 9 to 5

Just to get some change so T-Mo can stay alive

Not greedy or living' lavish yet but you can bet that when I do

Nobody from my crew will I forget

And if I start to get large and come up on some change

I won't change, everybody know they down

It's not the same, everyday life can be different

These laws got me ready to ball

Cause I fall a victim so I still be slanging them fat pillows

To make 'em meet, each and every day as I comb my city streets

Sometimes I wish I never had been apart of this mess

Cause the system got us fucked up

It put us to the test, women and men if you black you in

Food for the soul listen to what I tell you it don't matter

Young or old it's time we loc' up and do like we suppose

We killin' each other over this bullshit and some clothes

We're trapped off in this world and society with no place else to go

So how U feel???

Frustrated, irritated, sometimes I don't know myself I be too numb

To feel something sometimes so I dig deep, get in the Cherokee

Let my mind fly free into the wilderness so I can get this shit off my

mind

That's why I be smokin' that dank sometimes, it keeps me from snappin'

Keeps me calm, keeps my mind open, keeps me fond of what I gots to do

Off in the studio to get my old burd back on her feet, and my little

bro'

In Statesboro and my little cuz Mark Twain, all my

Folks that hang with me when I was out in the trap or when I was goin'

Thru one of our episodes, only god knows, whut I go thru so I get down

On my knees, sometimes I come home too high to pray, but I get on my bed

Lay on my back and meditate, anyway, in the ceilings, the four walls,

it's

Like cell therapy I got nothing to do but write about my L-I-F-E, put it

Down on paper...So whut chu feel?

I live for today, motherfuck another hour, it might be sour

Never know my day, so I'm prayin' in the shower

Look up and thank the Lord for forgiveness, a witness to bad

I'm lookin' for good in the Southwest, God bless my neighborhood

It's people killin' in da street to eat

Surviving the day is the only goat that I set

Just to make it home, I'm not alone

Someone's out to get me when I haven't done shit wrong

My head felt swoll, mista couldn't see past my mouth

What route did you take man

Caught me by that loops of my pants

Got me on the curb lettin' tha traffic pass me by

No questions I said nothing

Lookin' for tha mutant to be buckin'

Tha law naw, man Gipp show him my shit

Close my mouth then I dip

See to me G is a person who understand tha plan

Can't make no moves when you in tha hands of tha man

They got some new suites down Peachtree

Left wing for tha Feds, right wing for tha hardheads

Makin' more deals than Buddy Folks made with Hartsfield

Somebody don't want my face in tha place, for 96 shit's slick

Got me clean, lookin' fresh, dogs be scratchin' at my chest

Under the order of who? Guess who ain't non-iller than miller

Wanna 1, 2 your ass no more life what you gave was tha past

Cuz ain't no future wanna millicamp your case

Disgrace your face, make it seem to be safe

But ain't no place to run...

Sometimes I don't even know how I'm gon' eat

'Bout twenty dollars away from being on the street

Shit, you might see a nigga on tv

But hell it's almost like I'm rappin' for free

That little money be gone...got dammit, I'm grown

Gotta help keep the heat and tights on

It would be nice to have mo' but I kinda like being po'

At least I know what my friends here fo'

I wanna lie to you sometimes, but I can't

I wanna tell you that it's all good, but it ain't

It's nigga's hurtin' and uncertain 'bout if they gon' make it or not

That's why we got nigga's killing

Feelin like they coming up off a little dope they sold

You can get some gold but we won't make it as a whole

Cause without you there'd be no me

And without no unity there will never be any happiness

You could smoke a pound of sess and it still won't relieve yo' stress

God bless my...thought process

The thought process...

Now as an Outkast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm

That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life

Done sent me through a lot of up's and down like it ain't nothing'

Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons

I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one

They said it skipped from 12 to 14

Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln

4 A.M. thinkin' that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas

We trapped off in this maze with walls made of layers

And only prayers is the tightest game that you can have

The devil's takin' a swing that might explain the broken glass

But my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the wayside

Nobody would die in cops and robbers when we used to play right

Huh, the only thang we feared was Williams, Wayne

Never though about hittin' licks or slangin' caine

Didn't think I'd be the one to give in to abortion

Label me murder because my ass is scorchin'

Hot from the glock that sits under my seat

Yeah, it's real fucked up that my floks come to get me

And it's like dat, yeah...and it's like dem!