B Dot - Special Melody lyrics
rate meMy father ended up reclaiming he wanna get involved
…thought I was too young to notice what was wrong
D-boys in blood,niggaz was all I ever saw
But no one would hear how this affected a baby child
My poppa was the boss,he was like the mob
Legendary like Greek, mythical gods
And niggaz I went to school with
Watched me being drugged off by some real …
So they figured I was lodged
And at that age I was mature enough to try to handle
These opinions from your pears and the titles they may…
…like they almost demand you to be in this
Cause they see niggaz who scramble
Pocket shoe,rocket,cause they’re killin’ gorrilaz
I was just a little nigga,so how the fuck they figured
How a father …when my father told me not to
It’s in a jungle you’re feelin’ like you’re not to
Like you got to
You do that,you make me feel special
My keys,that keys
Play …while real niggaz stack cheese
…Yeah,my keys,that keys
Playin’ …while the real niggaz stack cheese
Special melody for a real nigga
Just a special melody for a real nigga
Fuck of stars,momma thought I was a saint
No.7 running back in the nation I was ranked
I was still around these old niggaz getting banked
Stevie Lucas wants to be just like his uncle freak
Sam psychology,running 40,running me
I know I should have …in a lottery
You couldn’t possibly think that I wouldn’ pick up
Trance from these old niggaz
And you’re late tryin’ to live up
College it was so easy to give up
Back to the hood,I had some skeletons to dig up
A young nigga,good nigga,hood nigga
And now I still wish you would,nigga
Trapped in a vicious cycle with your life …
When he’s beatin’ you,put your Bible or your knife now
The Devil lerkin’
I ain’t workin’ with the serpent
I love the Lord and I ain’t sayin’ he ain’t perfect
Make him special,
My keys,their keys
Playin’… while the real niggaz stack cheese
Yeah , my chees,black cheese
Playin’… while the real niggaz stack cheese
Special melody for a real nigga
Just a special melody for a real nigga
I cried tears of pain and tears of joy
Cause I hat to put myself in daddy’s shoes lookin’ at his boy
His real little boy who …and running tracks
All of a sudden gang-banging one of his traps
I’m sure I broke his heart
Like who the fuck is that?
Did I go wrong when I raised him to be sure?
My momma is in the same song tryin’ to figure out
…But none of you were to blame
That’s what I was doubtin’
Only God changed my mind and decided what goes in and what goes out
But they hadn’t fathers,so they didn’t have examples
And life is hard as fuck as you knock it as you may
Just I’m glad I made it across the sea
And maybe finish music,I can change it
I think I ‘m special
My keys,black keys
Playin … while the real niggaz stack cheese
…yeah,my keys,black keys
Playin … while the real niggaz stack cheese
Special melody for a real nigga
Just a special melody for a real nigga
