Nervous Reck

Nervous Reck - The Ojays lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

At the stop sign, I looked both ways, pumping Ojays

My pops put me on that, catching a contact

And weed blew from the backseat, two niggas I just met

A month ago, I'm staring in the rear view, suspect

I catch a screwface from one of em two faced niggas

I'm wonderin how these two snakes eva snuk in my crew

Wait, they knew Filthy, now these clowns in the back of my ride

But I ain't mention Nervous on the passenger side

He tipsy yellin, yo my ten G's in the trunk plus yours

I know ya yung but this the most dough you've seen thus far

I tried to smile but barely did, I glanced in the backseat

Feelin like these cats got plans to attack me

But maybe that's weed smoke making me so paranoid

Of sum' snakes, Nervous asked me was I straight

Said it's written on my face, what was up?

Eyes motioned to the back, I said nuttin much

I turned the CD up, a coincidence, Ojays, backstabbers

I laughed at the irony, em niggas still eyein me

It musta been the alcohol cuz suddenly I shouted

Y'all know this is yo favorite song, what the fuck ya poutin fo?

Nervous told me chill out, em niggas just smiled

One turned to his man, started whisperin loud

I couldn't tell what he was sayin tho

I turned around and said ya got sumethin to say, then say it, hoe

And befo I knew it, he mad movement, both em niggas popped out gats

Reply pull the fuck ova, nigga, how bout that?!

Fuck man I knew these niggas was sum fake ass vests

Couldn't trust as far as I could smell their stank ass breath

I pulled ova to the side, looked at Nervous

I guess he sobered up, they told us open the trunk and get out slowly

Said lemme see yo hands, show me

And if ya make a move fo yo weapon, it's ova, hommie

I wish we had one but wasn't packin

Bad mistake as this nigga pistol whipped my face and I ate pavement

Grabbed the cash out the trunk, hopped in the front

Me and Nervous helpless as the spinna man spin away

We just stood there, shocked

(Hook)

Pride hurt, plus our pockets

Told Nervous, time to mobilize, he looked at me and nodded

Yeah, pride hurt, plus our pockets

Told Nervous, time to mobilize, he looked at me and nodded

(Verse 2: Nervous Reck)

Fuck it, yo, that twenty ain't shit, are ya aight?

Wipe that blood off, here's a handkerchief, ya living the life

Of a criminal now, I should have neva brought ya round

I should have neva let ya drive the car, I shoulda held ya down

Cuz I know ya got a temper, ya say what's on yo mind

They was blowing smoke up in yo face, plus they tried to pry

Up in our business, I can't believe it totally went wrong

But I ain't tryna blame ya, I know this shit's my fault

See that 20 up in the trunk, it wasn't from a show

I lied, I was supposed to off these cats on the low

And I was gonna tell ya but I ain't want ya to know

Cuz in order to do it right, we had to get close

So I figured the best way, take em out to get tipsy

Let em smoke sumething, I thought takin ya wit me would

Give ya a hands on look at my profession

It's the underworld, the only way that I relieve aggression

And ya told me befo that ya was interested in it

Been a minute, I've been watching ya grow into a menace

I know ya mad lost, don't mean to speak like this

That bastard must have found a heat tucked underneath my shit

And when he saw the opportunity he couldn't let it pass

Fuck, I can't blame him, yo he caught me slipping bad

But we bout to get it back and I'ma tell ya how

Call Bobby, tell him meet us right now, it's going down

See I left the tank on E, they ain't getting more than five to ten miles

Up the street, so tell em bring the heat

Drove off in that direction, five minutes later

Seen em stalled past the intersection, what a relief

(Outro)

It all happened, we made it look like a car jackin'

Grabbed the bags out the back and ya don't want beef

It all happened, we made it look like a car jackin'

Grabbed the bags out the back and ya don't want beef

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