Off The Wall Lyrics - Singles - Cocoa Brovaz

Let me ask this question real quick, umm 

As far as the Smif-N-Wessun 

And the name change and everything like that 

Now how did that come about? 

How did that evolve into the Cocoa Brovaz 

And everything like that? 

That was jealousy, man 

That's all that is, man 

(Jealousy, man) 

Jealousy and ignorance, man 

Yeah 

Niggaz got me stressed, man 

Oh, just burn a spliff, don't worry about that 

In my pink Cadi, I have a [unverified] 

Uncle Sam arms men to kill in the 'hood 

I make 'em snap it, test it 

My choice of weapon 

That Smif-N-Wessun, try 

Sue me for the namesake 

Yo, who's pimpin'? 

Yo, who's pimpin'? 

I woke up in the morning, what did I see? 

Unknown faces starin' down at me 

First off with the flee as fear overpowered me 

Chlorophyll got me ready to black, I can't breathe 

Niggaz askin' me who's Smif and who's Wessun 

We got you now we're lookin' for your partner 

'Cause you're messin' with the incomin' currency 

And frankly we don't give a fuck about your privacy 

We been watchin' you for a while now 

We know about the calls made back and forth 

Down south word of mouth 

You had your peoples workin' out 

But I doubt you had 'em lookin' out 

'Cause we can pick 'em out 

Now we got 'em listed on our internet systems 

Know about the crimes and the names of all their victims 

Even got the pinpoint spotter where you hang 

You got big dreams comin' 'round tryin' to change things 

Let me say 

Why they try to suffocate and stifle all of our intentions 

They want our sufferations, trial and tribulations 

Too much to mention 

Well, tell them that we no 'fraid 

We don't have a big gate 

From every corner, angle, and section 

[Unverified] not quite far 

I see '99 in crystal ball 

Them city-order ducks softly walk 

I got [unverified] by the government the other day 

I opened it and read it, it said they was suin' 

Said I couldn't move the way that I was movin' 

And I couldn't do the things that I was doin' 

Causin' mass confusion with the name that we was usin' 

Said they gun sales was conflictin' with our music 

Sent me multi-paid contracts just to prove it 

The trademarks on belt-buckles, shirts, and knives 

Ain't that the most off the wall shit you heard in your life 

Probably heard his junior singin' Mr. Ripper's in your Area 

Feel your heart skip a beat as I'm nearin' you 

I'm hearin' ya, askin', "Yo seed, who was me?" 

At the same time you break my classic CD 

Run it to the phone callin' up [unverified] 

I had it up to here with these damn rap neegers 

They even got my local boys sayin' that stuff 

I wanna draft my plain data for a million plush 

I got a letter from the corporate the other day 

I open and read it, they said they was suin' 

Somethin' about we was causin' confusion 

Wanted me and my son to change the name we was usin' 

Had our associates nervous, soup, try to serve it 

Got our investors actin' real shady tryin' to jerk us 

Got Tek ready to break somethin' 

I'm chillin' and stayed pumpin', say somethin' 

I tell you why the frame won't even think nothin' 

Hell fell 

Oh, well 

I yell 

Swear 

We gonna send 'em all to hell 

Hell fell 

Oh, well 

I yell 

Swear 

We gonna send 'em all to hell 

So you're hesitant 

Where a brother quest to represent 

I sense no hinder, gender, two-faced intent 

In fact, cops signed the last government contract 

Yeah, umm 

So where's your first world war? 

Now presently on tour, hardcore 

Come on knockin' at your door 

Your revolver took down many of '90's lords 

Cut to that ad campaign, your gun stores 

So they welcome your floor of a tribe called Cocoa