Lyrics Little Brother

Little Brother

I See Now

Yeah, 9th Wonder on the beat

I can't front man, you got some hot beats

It's your boy Kanye Tutta'

Got Consequence in here (I see now), Little Brother (I see now)

Yeah, I want y'all to listen

Question

Now how the hell I end up arguing with this bitch? (aww)

Know everything, but don't know shit (aww)

Kinda reminiscent of Anna Nicole Smith (aww)

I just turn my music up like 'Damn that's some cold shit' (aww)

I mighta known about a couple of months

Since then she gained a couple of chunks

She went from being a strobe light

To that old lady on Boomerang

Lady yellow ease I need no lights

And I swear she a riot folks

How she order all that food and a motherfucking Diet Coke?

He said 'You lying yo, why is you lying yo? '

Cut it out, quit it G, you hurting my kid-I-neys

Naw, she talking bout a couple of kids for me (aww)

She hit and had a ring from Tiffany's

Right then and there I had an epiphany

I swear since that day I've been treating fat hoes differently

Aww, I see now

You was hurt and you on the rebound (aww)

Ben & Jerry's and Mickey D's now

And you just gone gain all that weight on me now (naw)

Naw (naw), fall back

If I ain't a player then what the hell you call that?

A nigga disrespect me I'm a be in all black

But baby if you let me I'm a take it all back

I write verses, do shows for a living

Hoes, they look at me like everyday thanksgiving

Peep, check how I'm living, white T's, free jeans

Shotgun and Capri's, big height like Yao Ming

And it seems the style then how they go out they way

Just to prove they dedicated and devoted to Ray

I guess it goes how they say, that that pimp will repay

That's why I put 'em to the test like everyday

Not like the G.E.D. or an S.A.T.

Pop quiz, let 'em know that they mill' ain't free

It's on like a college degree when you following me

Without the entry level job there's a modelling fee

So when I tell you 'Get 'em girl' and you prove that you true

I let you bolt up on the block with the rest of the crew

This just a couple of trials that we put 'em through

Let a nigga know now what you tryna do, for real

Phonte the five star syllablist, females

I hit 'em with deliberate styles for me to try to lay with them

And then chill around the way with them

Like her name was Lisa, Angela, Pamela, Renee and them

Spat game, wanna come to my X games?

I keep 'em line like roller blades at the X-Games

Phonte never was the type to crook out and stress thangs

Till the album dropped now you thinking my rep changed

Look, we ain't sleeping on the floor no more

But it's a strange misconception I ain't poor no more

That's bullshit, if they ain't paying, fuck a Promo tour

I'd rather keep my ass home and hit the porno store

So we hit the sex shop cause she wanted to get with me

Two shots of 'gnac she started acting so giggly

Nine months later she went into delivery

And since then I treat my baby mama so differently, word

All back, yo I swear I'm a take this truck back man

I mean I got the new G5 whatever, that shit be in shop every two weeks

I told 'em, I told 'em if y'all don't take this back

And give me all my money back and trade me in for the CL

I'm gonna put it on this Little Brother song in two weeks and

And they ain't believe me but

Now I'm a let y'all know don't go out and buy the G5

I swear like it's a bad look for the girls

Really they get in the car and they always wanna look over and be like

'Aw nigga, your check engine light on, it's on'

I'm like 'Your top on, so we got two things we tryna get off right here'

They don't like that

I take it back, I take it back, I just say it to get you mad

I take it back, I could prove, I could prove something to you

Yo, yo I been in North Carolina for two days, where's the hoes at my nig'?