ฟังเพลงU Don't Know (Singalong Version)

U Don't Know (Singalong Version) - Hip Hop DJs United

Turn my music high high high higher

(You don't know what you're doing doing doing doing)

Sure I do

I'm from the streets where the

Hood could swallow a man bullets will follow a man

There's so much coke that you could run the slalom

And cops comb the sh*t top to bottom

They say that we are prone to violence

But it's home sweet home

Where personalities crash and chrome meets chrome

The coke prices up and down

Like it's Wall Street homes

But this is worse than the Dow Jones

Your brains are now blown

All over that brown Brougham

One slip you are now gone

Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sell

But when them shells come

You better return 'em

All scars we earn 'em

All cars we learn 'em like the back of our hand

We watch for cops hoppin' out the back of van

Wear a G on my chest

I don't need that for damn

This ain't a sewn outfit homes

Homes is about it

Was clappin' them flamers before I became famous

For playin' me y'all shall forever remain nameless

(You don't know what you're doing doing doing doing)

I am Hov'

Sure I do

I tell you the difference between me and them

They tryin' to get they one's

I'm tryin' to get them M's

One million two million three million four

In just five years forty million more

You are now lookin' at the forty million boy

I'm rapin' Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man

ROC

(You don't know what you're doing doing doing doing)

That's where you're wrong

I came into this motherf**ker

A hundred grand strong

Nine to be exact from grindin' G-packs

Put this sh*t in motion ain't no rewindin' me back

Could make 40 off a brick

But one rhyme could beat that

And if somebody woulda told 'em

That Hov' would sell clothin'

Not in this lifetime wasn't in my right mind

That's another difference

That's between me and them

Heh I smartened up open the market up

One million two million three million four

In eighteen months eighty million more

Now add that number up with the one I said before

You are now lookin' at one smart black boy

Momma ain't raised no fool

Put me anywhere on God's green earth

I'll triple my worth

Mother f**ker

I will not lose

(You don't know what you're doing doing doing doing)

Put somethin' on it

I sell ice in the winter I sell fire in hell

I am a hustler baby I'll sell water to a well

I was born to get cake move on and switch states

Cop the Coupe with the roof gone and switch plates

Was born to dictate never follow orders

Dickface get your sh*t straight f**ka this is Big Jay

(You don't know what you're doing doing doing doing)

Will not lose ever

F**ka