Lyrics
[Lord Finesse]
Check it out, for those that know me
Ya wonder why I always play low key
I know I got people and fans that like me
But all the noise and attention don't excite me
So I just lounge and play the D.L
In the crib with just me and a female
I'm still slick besides the others
Cause a player like me
Yo, I'm smoother than the Isley Brothers
When I'm on the scene I get feedback
Brothers runnin up, wassup, where you be at?
I be by myself just coolin
Cause I don't have time to sweat what someone else is doin
Cause their not equal to me
I got places to go, money to make, people to see
What'cha gonna do
The man is comin through
(You got it goin on)
Hey yo, that ain't nothin new
But my fame is stressin others
So you always got some that always wanna test a brother
But I'm wildin at home kid
I'm straight makin papes, so tell me what ya problem is
Ya talk about unity, but when I turn my back
You talkin about what ya wanna do to me
Yeah, you could keep riffin
I ain't the one, I sent ya home with ya teeth missin
So stop runnin at the mouth
Straight up and down
You, you know what I'm about
Knockin brothers off
Knockin brohters out (3X)
Yo, you know what I'm about(repeat all 2X)
[Lord Finesse]
It's the man with the rough flow
Some niggas don't like me, but I don't give a fuck, though
Cause I'm in command y'all
I'm smacking niggas up like Puerto Ricans play handball
I ain't the funny type
To joke around, I gotta get my motherfucking money right
Cause I got the right game
Definitely the wrong man to invite to a dice game
I'm rolling numbers with no practice
I'm snatching up dough like the motherfuckers owe taxes
Cause I got strategy
I'm rolling headcrack trips and making all the brothers mad at me
Word, I'm taxing shit
I'm shitting on niggas like I just had a laxative
Trying to earn props? I ain't the one to see
You clowns'll fuck around and get played like the drum machine
You gotta find a better way
I'll pull your card, your file, shit, plus your résumé
Cause I don't play, clown
I gotta get mine, that's why my face stay frown
I don't smile, don't try to pull my file
I lay your ass like towel, you know my motherfucking style
So just slow down cause y'all can't throw down
Y'all can't accept that a nigga's making dough now
And I'm living better, troop
And I'm making more noise than a fucking heavy metal group
I'm a cool man, a brother with a smooth plan
That's why I'm seeing more papers than a news stand
So peep it, don't try to run around or speak it
Point blank, I keep my whereabouts secret
While niggas are packing steel, acting ill
I'm on the DL with a female and I'm stacking bills
How I'm living? Everything is well
Cause a nigga like me, well I'm ringing bells
Without doubt I got clout
Yo fuck that shit, yo you know what I'm about
