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    Roots Manuva / Lyrics

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    "Caught Up" Lyrics

    Roots Manuva feat. Mack 10, Ol' Dirty Bastard and Royal Flush

    [Chorus: sample]
    Some people get caught up
    Some try and get rolled up
    Some people... [x9]

    [Ol' Dirty Bastard]
    Ol' Dirty kickin' your ass..
    The things that you learnt in class is trash
    You can't do nothin' wit' it, I put you in the past
    You broken motherfuckers, shut the fuck up
    I do it 'til you bad luck and head gets plucked
    The only thing on your brain is to give me this cash

    Stay out of my business 'cause I'm takin' your tash
    This struggle on the ming, non of why'all bring
    I got why'all in.. flavouring

    [Chorus x2]
    [Mack 10]
    I seem to fuck about a bitch or a crooked ass cop
    I'm a burst that, it's dealin', the hustle don't stop
    I got stones and hairone, ecstasy and weed
    Meth, imphetamine, sherm, sticks and speed
    Pay it high wid, dope is all I got to give
    I'm a ghetto nigga dog so I get it how I live
    Got money, lock 'em off, fuckers still I got drama
    Got two strike dog and five baby mamas
    With new strain I maintain, I'm ready and willin'
    to keep change on niggas brains to keep the blood spillin'
    I hate it but it ain't complicated, it's real simple
    Fuck with me and know you get a hole in your temple

    I ain't gonna play you niggas, I'ma slay you niggas
    Don't take but a few figures and a few new triggers
    Mack 10 livin' legend, every West coast rhymin'
    Straight hoo bangin' gangsta and all rhymin' sodom, it's bad

    [Chorus x2]
    [Royal Flush]
    Shut up, let me talk for a minute, a lot of bull shit on my mind
    Dealin' with crime, a lot of why'all dealin' wid rhymes
    Stuck on the grind, crackheads cookin' my pies
    Startin' off on the 1-2-5, the block's mine
    Bucket the spine, DH tryna tap my line
    Stop my producitons, want to know my money discussions
    Who I roll wid, "buy so many cars is he legitin' of my dick"
    It didn't matter when I ain't have shit
    They done watch me in helicopters, parklin' in my crib
    All I want to feed is my kids, no time to do a bid
    Feel me, I forced the whole guns a while for my ones
    Didn't sell drugs, where the money come from?
    No school, no job, no bitch, no food, fuck that
    Do what I do to make my shit true
    And I make it hard on them boys who blew they cats charges
    If I go to jail you know I'm blowin' on the Sergeants

    [Chorus x5]
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Bobby Jones.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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