UNCLE MURDA - Got You Open lyrics
rate meUh,I love it!
You know controversy excites the public
You know anybody won’t take side of that
With all your bumps I would be bankrupt
The new generation,still got a lot to learn
You all got to take your seats
I still haven’t got to my turn
Got a pretty Portorican on my knees
I grew up in the city
She says she got no weed
She says she got a midnight
I convinced her to do it
She don’t mind
I know she’s in for me and she’s feeling my music
She say he bump my shit all day everyday
Like Murda supposed to be that nigga
Man I'm so mad at Jay
I thought you was on when he signed that
Murda like a skinny Biggie smiles when he rhymes son
…and that’s the kind of cops I grew up around
Locked up forth,tried to …down
I’m feeling like I hit the Lotto
I serve white people
I’m forced to be a slave
Don’t tell me I’m even
Go front ,you know I got you open
When I roll this,hold it close
Without smoking it
New York’s first
You know it’s gonna be here
Don’t be mad at your first record
Don’t be mad at your DJ’s dog
Don’t make a movie
Go front,you know I got you open
When I roll this,hold it close
Without smoking it
Got my work from L.A
And I know how to send it back
You ate a sample
You know I got you open
When I roll this,hold it close
Without to smoke it
Chaising rappers
Brooklyn,New York City
I talk,they’re talkin’
They walk,I’m walkin’ with it