It’s Like That

Lyrics

[Intro: Joe from 1992's Reservoir Dogs] Oh you guys like to tell jokes and giggle and kid around huh? "What did we do wrong? What shoulda we done? What didn't we do? It's your fault, my fault, his fault. All that bullshit." Finally someone comes up with the idea, "Wait a minute. While we were planning this caper, all we did was sit around tell fuckin' jokes! Got the message?" [Verse 1: YL] Yo, my view distorted through Dominican cigar smoke I stole the mic just from rippin' off the barcode The villain strikes again, venemous to the mics and men Bodies layin' empty 'till discoveries of light within Swim into the deep end, walk to the horizon Niggas lose faith then they apply science Check the forecast, light precipitation is predicted Lotta women suckin' (gasp) we get to labeled as committed I don't get it, I don't get a lot of things Let the lady sing, baby swing that body fuck around and do a dip Bring it back 'fore I break that ass off like a chip I'm just thinkin' aloud I tend to do it often Especially when the Hennessy get the best of me Coughin' off the trees Bring my mind some peace when I'm fallin' off over the top over the edge Keep watch, while I'm jumpin' over the fence I sip my drink on the bench Long nights nigga, long days I'm just tryna get my rights nigga In all ways, always uh Triple R niggas don't play Yo Triple R niggas don't play we don't fuck around [Hook: YL] First you want this but you really want that You lost your fuckin' mind now you tryna crawl back You see things as you want but it's really like that You see things as you want but it's really like that First you want this but you really want that You lost your fuckin' mind now you tryna crawl back You see things as you want but it's really like that You see things as you want but it's really like that [Verse 2: YL] Check for me, Young Y comin' to you live from New York I can tell whoever's fake from the way that they talk Uh, look at me in my fuckin' eyes when I greet you See through, every single lie that you deem true Sittin' on the couch with a blunt that's perfected Listen to the intro of your tape and I eject it can't respect it Get the message man you smoke a lot of weed I ain't even mad at you if you gotta pass the tree Just don't claim that you ain't the same my nigga With yo' gold chain Trinidad James who are you? You don't even know the answer Still search, my journey for the paper the mission is [?] What you want first nigga [Hook: YL] First you want this but you really want that You lost your fuckin' mind now you tryna crawl back You see things as you want but it's really like that You see things as you want but it's really like that First you want this but you really want that You lost your fuckin' mind now you tryna crawl back You see things as you want but it's really like that You see things as you want but it's really like that [Outro: Joe & Mr. Pink from 1992's Reservoir Dogs] Here are your names...Mr. Brown, Mr. White, Mr. Blonde, Mr. Blue, Mr. Orange, and Mr. Pink Why am I Mr. Pink? Because you're a faggot, alright? Why can't we pick our own colors? No way, no way. Tried it once, it doesn't work. You got 4 guys all fightin' over who gets to be Mr. Black