KingBred - Where's Ya Heart lyrics

rate me

Niggas cross dressing rapper gangsters

And white boy words, nigga you’s a wanker

Fuck the industry, they turn men into women

And women into men, or lesbians, it’s a give in

More than just an image or a gimmick

When niggas like Dave Chapel cast a show and say they quitting

Entertainment straight from its true essence

Almost every nigga in Hollywood is wearing dresses

So what’s the message, the point I’m tryina prove

Don’t cooperate with you, would just...

Pushing the shopping cart, bumped out, looking silly

Waving they guns in public screaming out they tryna kill me

And they crack kills, I said rap kills

Brain cells of the illiterate, is that real?

Old pioneers sick of the back field

Cause it’s a new day and age but the fact still stands

Music ain’t the same and never will be

Pac and Biggy’s killers will never be found guilty

Of brought upon charges, no sentence carried out

Cause this crack is feel there’s too less niggas they gotta worry bout

It used to real gangsters and real G’s

Now it’s niggas like Soulja Boy and Lil B

Straight way, wipe your finger pull the trigger

And white folks ain’t scared no more to saying nigger

Now as the race is slow maybe you don’t occur to it

If you ain’t black, you don’t have the permission to use the word

But who gives a fuck? I guess it’s all about attention

Folks just wanna be accepted, that ain’t how you ease attention

Your favorite artist’s gay, or did I forget to mention

Sleeping in the same bed, mouth to mouth French kissing

You signed to one nigga that’s signed to another nigga

That nigga’s a dumb nigga that follows a sucka nigga

That goes both ways, but I bet you he’s a Christian

In church on every Sunday, Holy ghost and amen

And Jesus died for our sins

How are people still sinning, it’s ok to loose your faith

Shit, blame it on religion,

They ain’t teach you shit in schools,

Turning kids into fools, cause robbing out and selling dope

Nowadays is cool

Educated on the hard, call it growing on the cop

Graduate with a degree and still can’t get a job

I don’t even vote, cause I feel it’s no hope

So if the world ends, where you think you gonna go?

Up and down or the middle, I left the high spitter

As a baby, only to return when I get old and crippled?

This is tmm televised,

Humans evolving into robots, with...

I refuse to become a battery

Operated in ... under the rule of over time, your majesty

Teaching practices of sorcery and ...

Evil’s a man spread weapon like a plague

On the news I heard stories of niggas eating people’s brain, damn

Now if that ain’t some sick shit,

But attention spans out with some ass and big tits

Barbie doll body showing up to every park

Cause sex sells cd’s and concerts, gotta be smart

I broadcast to the contrasts, school of Hard Knox

I ain’t never had a whole pass

Too many serpents creeping through the tall grass

Dose of reality, it’s just a small glass

Wrong place, wrong turn, took the wrong path

Mama got a girlfriend who the kids call dad

So with all that, know where to be found

Lost in the world, if you can’t swim you drown

Rappers so suspect, looking like rough necks

Chilling in the gay club, cause he a gay thug

But he claim blood, fuck y’all outta here

You a coward and you smell a real sour

Here, this ain’t beef, this is truth

We can meet up in the streets or, keep up in the booth

Fruity ass niggas 100 proof,

You ain’t wanna go to war, you ain’t got enough troops

You niggas ain’t shooting, they ain’t ready to die

You can’t admit it to your fans that you living a lie

When you look in the mirror, what you see

You sick to your stomach, cause you sold on the green

Acting all rough rough so sucker free

You ain’t a true blood, you just doped up on V

Huh, you ain’t shit without your fanbase

You can tell a lie, ...from his handshake

You ain’t hood cause you grew up in that landscape

I’ma need some more syrup for these pan cakes

Too many bars to count

Before I turn the bitch niggas, that’s a large amount

Ah, and I’m just sick of all the whack shit

Garbage ass ...hard as a match thin

No flame when the wind blows

Now where your heart, cause I don’t hear no tempo

What’s drive if you riding in a Pinto

Definition of a nigga with a man strow

A lot of 9’s on the list... put his brain on the fence.