Got (Explicit)

Got (Explicit) - Mos Def

Written by：Busta Rhymes/D. Smith

Some cats really like to you know

Profile and front

And then the jooks go down

All at once they like

Don't get mad

Don't get mad

Don't g g g g g get mad

Don't get mad

Don't get mad

Don't g g g g g get mad

Don't get mad

Don't get mad

Don't g g g g g get mad

Don't get mad

Don't get mad

Don't g g g g g get mad

You're out on the block hustling at the spot

Got

This is how you get got

At the gamblin' spot and your hand is mad hot

Got

This is how you get got

Out in Brooklyn late night flashing all of your rocks

Got

This is how you get got

Some girl from pink house said I like you alot

Got

This is how you get got

This one goes to all them

Big Will cats

With ice on they limbs and big rims on they ac

You goin' around town with your system bump

And your windows cracked low to profile and front

Now I like to have nice things just like you

But I'm from Brooklyn

Certain sh*t you just don't do

Like

High postin' when you far from home

Or like

High postin' when you all alone

Now this would seem to be clear common sense

But cats be livin' off

Sheer confidence

Like f**k that picture them tellin' me run that

But acting invincible just ain't sensible

It's nineteen ninety now and there's certain individuals

Swear they rollin' hard and get robbed on principle

5 star general

Flashin' on your revenue

You takin' a ride on the

Downstate medical

Like whooooooo

Colorful sparks yellow and blue

A fool on attack and it's happening to you

Wit' nothing you can do

But bust back and cop a plea

But five of them and one of you that equals

Got to me

Don't get mad

Don't get mad

Don't g g g g g get mad

Don't get mad

Don't get mad

Don't g g g g g get mad

Don't get mad

Don't get mad

Don't g g g g g get mad

Don't get mad

Don't get mad

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This is so unfair

Come on ya'll now

Let's be real

Some jokers got a rough time keepin' it concealed

I wonder what it mean it's probably self esteem

They fiending to be seen get hymned like Aberdeen

Cats think it can't happen until the gats start clappin'

They comin' down the wire spittin' fire like a dragon

'Cause while the goods glisten certain eyes take position

To observe your trick and then catch that a** slippin' like

Come on now ock

What you expect

Got a month's paycheck danglin' off your neck

And while you cristal sippin'

They rubbin' up they mittens

With heat in mint condition to start the getti gettin'

They clique starts creepin' like

Sandinistin guerrillas

You screamin' playa haters these n**gas is playa killers

Mr Fashion

That style never last long

The harder you flash the harder you get flashed on

There's hunger in the street that is hard to defeat

Many steal for sport but more steal to eat

Cat's heavy at the weigh in and he's playin' for keeps

Don't sleep

They'll roll up in your passengers seat

There is universal law whether rich or poor

Some say life's a game to more life is war

So put them egos to the side

And get off them head trips

'Fore some cats pull out them heaters

And make you head less

Don't get mad

Don't get mad

Don't g g g g g get mad

Don't get mad

Don't get mad

Don't g g g g g get mad

Don't get mad

Don't get mad

Don't g g g g g get mad

Don't get mad

Don't get mad

Don't g g g g g get mad