Still A Knucklehead

Lyrics

[Verse 1 ?] Turn me up, turn me up Please don't turn me down [?] with some bitches, man, how can you turn me down? [?] we gon' take the other route But soon as I walk up in the spot, I'ma turn that fucker out [?] she bad, can't come back to my house If he's acting like he's mad, well, we can knock that nigga out That's just how it is, or maybe that's posed to be I'm cleaner than Windex, and I'm fresher than Popery Kinda like a big deal, not surprised you notice me I know I'm the shit, but no I'm not the one [?] Still a knucklehead, still driving off a couplе drinks I'm cooled off, but I'm cool though Na, you don't wanna fuck with me [Chorus ?] I keep saying what I say, keep doing what I do Ain't nothing changed, still a knucklеhead Keep acting how I act, keep wearing what I wear No, I don't really care Still a knucklehead Ain't nothing changed, who are you? Still a knucklehead Ain't nothing changed, who are you? Still a knucklehead Ain't nothing changed, who are you? Still a knucklehead Who are you? Still a knucklehead Who are you? Still a knucklehead [Verse 2 ?] [?] them boys been quiet since they cut a deal But for real, took a hiatus just to fucking kill Nothing new, it's just what we do Thank us later now We tryna make paper, [?] make haters Shake they hands, kiss the babies at the end, kiss the ladies Grab a pen, get crazy Hit the booth, spit gravy These rappers washed up, looking like Macgrady Bombs in the air, [?] The way my dawgs act, I feel like Vick lately I guess the reason why these haters on my dick lately Love intelligent ladies, who buy they clothes [?] And drive they own Benzes, and mind they own business Ain't expecting gifts, like the night before Christmas While you at the club, wondering why you find the wrong niggas Um, use your fucking head We call you birds, all you want is bread But sorry, boo, we some knuckleheads [Chorus ?] I keep saying what I say, keep doing what I do Ain't nothing changed, still a knucklehead Keep acting how I act, keep wearing what I wear No, I don't really care Still a knucklehead Ain't nothing changed, who are you? Still a knucklehead Ain't nothing changed, who are you? Still a knucklehead Ain't nothing changed, who are you? Still a knucklehead Who are you? Still a knucklehead Who are you? Still a knucklehead [Verse 3 ?] Cooler than you thought you was, baby, they can't handle me Hit you with that D, you go on it [?] What's poppin' with that [?] just hop on, lose some calories Game always tuned in, [?] Channel 3 Them [?] keep them glewed in, way before a Salary Might [?] got plenty [?] White girl, black girl, all perfect match for me One look like [?], the other, young Kathy Lee Might pop up on your magazine, [?] niggas, they [?] Drinking [?] with [?], call that [?] [?] as a pot of greens Nigga like Apollo Creed Pull up, and we got that clean [?] we got [?] Knucklehead niggas, with the base in the trunk [?] girls with it, [?] to the trunk First we played the back, made our way to the front Stack up all our chips, Frito Lay in a month [Chorus ?] I keep saying what I say, keep doing what I do Ain't nothing changed, still a knucklehead Keep acting how I act, keep wearing what I wear No, I don't really care Still a knucklehead Ain't nothing changed, who are you? Still a knucklehead Ain't nothing changed, who are you? Still a knucklehead Ain't nothing changed, who are you? Still a knucklehead Who are you? Still a knucklehead Who are you? Still a knucklehead [Verse 4: Sir Michael Rocks] It's like [?] Double S, Money Mike Get a picture of him in a car, like he running lights Foreign features, knowing people All paintings on the wall Brooks Brothers, Cartiers, Ralph Lauren bowling balls Yeah, that's enough of that though Let's talk intelligent now Some old rappers is irrelevant now Seem like all my favorite rappers start lagging on me All you can say when you see them is [?] homie You [?], homie Shawty [?] when I rock them Cartiers, they look like I got the bag on me But na, man, I ain't got no cliantell I just get my mail from these rap shows, buy and sell Yeah, I spit game, and they give me the lute And that's how it works, new Camero with the [?] 'Bout to skirt off, some bad bitches wiping all the dirt off You ain't get the message, [?] that's your falt [Chorus ?] I keep saying what I say, keep doing what I do Ain't nothing changed, still a knucklehead Keep acting how I act, keep wearing what I wear No, I don't really care Still a knucklehead Ain't nothing changed, who are you? Still a knucklehead Ain't nothing changed, who are you? Still a knucklehead Ain't nothing changed, who are you? Still a knucklehead Who are you? Still a knucklehead Who are you? Still a knucklehead