Текст песне : Esham. Kkkill The Fetus. I Thought I Knew.
I thought you knew, but it seems you dont
so now I gotta put you in yo place cuz most niggaz wont, give you all a piece of my mind.
the truth will set you free and the truth is hard to find
had a little hoe, she loved to wine n dine her favorite number 69 so is mine
in those times a nigga felt good, in the sunshine I misunderstood
many hoes many hoes, I ran through plenty hoes plenty hoes
call me a pimp or a mac dad, or call me a Mr. propalk dad.
Its a toss up if my homies fell through, see I shouldn't have to tell you I thought you knew
I thought you know about the unholy black devil
dick in my hand to let you know where i stand
Im with my man, wit the 40 in hiz hand
I cant trust the cops cuz they the klu klux klan
Mo-town all the real niggaz know the radio try to play me like a hoe
just cuz I wont criss cross over to the pop, just cuz I got a lil problem wit the cops
props come and the radio go, but I aint nobodys hoe
I thought you knew
I thought you know about a nigga like me I'm just into clocking cash but some niggaz clocking me
they still dont know the time all on my line just cuz I'm fucking your womans mind
I gotta get my roll on, I gotta get my stroll on I gotta get em on
And once its on I'm feelin alright
I think ima might fuck your woman tonight
Cuz I dont care, I dont give a fuck about how shes kissin your baby and how shes suckin my nuts
I fucked her in the but like yesterday,
What? I aint got nuthin else to say
I thought you knew
so now I gotta put you in yo place cuz most niggaz wont, give you all a piece of my mind.
the truth will set you free and the truth is hard to find
had a little hoe, she loved to wine n dine her favorite number 69 so is mine
in those times a nigga felt good, in the sunshine I misunderstood
many hoes many hoes, I ran through plenty hoes plenty hoes
call me a pimp or a mac dad, or call me a Mr. propalk dad.
Its a toss up if my homies fell through, see I shouldn't have to tell you I thought you knew
I thought you know about the unholy black devil
dick in my hand to let you know where i stand
Im with my man, wit the 40 in hiz hand
I cant trust the cops cuz they the klu klux klan
Mo-town all the real niggaz know the radio try to play me like a hoe
just cuz I wont criss cross over to the pop, just cuz I got a lil problem wit the cops
props come and the radio go, but I aint nobodys hoe
I thought you knew
I thought you know about a nigga like me I'm just into clocking cash but some niggaz clocking me
they still dont know the time all on my line just cuz I'm fucking your womans mind
I gotta get my roll on, I gotta get my stroll on I gotta get em on
And once its on I'm feelin alright
I think ima might fuck your woman tonight
Cuz I dont care, I dont give a fuck about how shes kissin your baby and how shes suckin my nuts
I fucked her in the but like yesterday,
What? I aint got nuthin else to say
I thought you knew
Esham
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