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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boss
Speaker
Papa Juggy
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Fortson
Composer
R. Samuels
Composer
Ricardo Royal
Composer
C. Reid
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Def Jef
Producer
Jan Lucas
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Cha, cha, cha
Hey watch out, rude boy!
You see how tight boss come man?
She just come down dangerous!
Yo, what time it is Boss?
Yo what the fuck is wrong with you?
This is deep, but I'm going deeper
I don't really wanna' feel
Like I'm in a daze so I smoke big kill
Just to deal with the ills like this fucked up trip. Damn
My skills ain't paying bills and it's fucking with me and my grip. I hear you
I drink that St. Ide's shit and smoke a ticket at the same time
Drop a wicked bomb on my naughty nature
I'm livin' foul like a knickerbocker. You livin' foul?
Bitch I'm not the woman to sleep but I'm lost. Yo that's deep
'Cause I be on some ole' I'm tired of ****
Trying to come up off bitches type thing. What can I do?
And if I don't react the way he want he might swing
His little trick bitch ass in another direction, then don't even use protection
I hate stupid shit assholes can't avoid
Yo, and if worse came to worse I'll run a fraud on unemployed
Cause who the fuck cares that I got grey hairs and can't sleep
Know what I mean.Yeah, hell yeah, that's deep
(Deeper and deeper) What can I do?
(Deeper and deeper) What can I do?
This is deep, but I'm going deeper
Every now and then I start flipping and get to thinkin'
Bout deep shit beyond all that bullshit
I shoot at people.Yeah, I know what you mean
But fuck it I'm evil
And I'm hip to every bitch trying to get a grip
And every **** trying to get a grip but fuck that shit
And I say fuck that shit with my mighty middle finger
I'm heavy off into this rap shit, bucking singers
Yo I think I'm getting tense. Word
'Cause my dollars ain't making no fucking sense, but then again
It's probably all that chronic that I smoked
I use to be like that when I was out there slanging dope
And lately I been flipping on some old paranoid shit
Like looking fuckers up and down trying to start shit. What can I do?
'Cause I'm a hard bitch.So why don't you just soften up
I try to be cool but I get caught up when I go to clubs, straight up
I don't even trust myself.Yo, you can trust me
Fuck I know. I'm just like you
What can I do right? That's deep
(Deeper and deeper)
(Deeper and deeper) Yo Boss that shit you talking bout that's some deep shit
I'm tellin' you motherfuckers can't really get with that, relate to that shit
Eh hey hey, I guess it's best we tell them mon
Every time she come, she's detrimental mon
Yes mon, know dis'
Don't make me tell dem again mon, woy
She too hot, tell-a-man she too hotta
Tell man she too hotta an' every posse know dat-ta
Yes, she too hotta, tell man she too hotta
For inside she come, she say de posse get flat come
(Deeper and deeper)
Aye yo, I got them buck-wild thrills, living foul kills
I'm tryna' to get to Watts but I'm stuck in Baldwin Hills. Damn!
Tryna' to find myself for real though, check it
If I just rewind myself I'll see it ain't' that hectic
Y'all' don't hear me talking but its time to get a stack
'Cause I'm about a second away, from going back
To the corner slanging dope. Now, you know you don't wanna do that shit
Gankin cluckers, jackin high, cappin marks
I may be losin' my mind but better that than my heart. I hear you
I talk a lot of shit but I can back it all the fuck up
I'm real cool people until some bullshit get brung' up
Look here, believe me I ain't comin' out my crib
Tryna' snap on life and run out and do some dumb shit
So I'll be takin' another sip to relax me
And get them problems out my mind that distract me
Life is workin' on my last nerve. Yeah, I hear you G
I'll see yo' ass next week, peace. Yo that shit is deep
(Deeper and deeper) What can I do?
(Deeper and deeper) What can I do?
(Deeper and deeper) What can I do?
(Deeper and deeper) What can I do?
Written by: C. Reid, J. Fortson, R. Samuels, Ricardo Royal