Lyrics Little Brother

Little Brother

Lovin' It

Oh we get started up one more time

I got the number down right here, I'm looking at it

I couldn't believe she would do me like that be

I just don't understand it dog, can't understand it

Ladies and gentleman,

Wanna welcome y'all back to "The Minstrel Show"

Thank y'all for tuning in; y'all keep watching a lotta the station

But y'all touring us right now

And it feels so beautiful

Performing at black face tonight!

It's my nigga, Joe Scudda

Coming up a little bit later on in the show

I just wanna thank y'all for just tuning in

It's like this yo

Yo, when 'Te pulls his verses out

Promoters pull their purses out

That, money for a purchase out

The charge card that they swipe for the worst amounts

'Cause this is business, not personal

Thought I would switch my personnel

Like Big Doe and Big Pooh would be the first to bounce

But y'all, niggaz is boring me, y'all never gon' change

And please, join a sorority, go step your game up

Y'all boys ain't ready for damage, you need extra planning

You in the game, but you off-size and gotta extra man

And I'm the coach doing your reprimanding

I got a team to run, boy respect my standards

And when I'm on the mic y'all should expect the grandest

Showing lyricism ever let 'em know who your man is

It's Phonte (a ch- a ch- a ch- a check it now)

[Chorus:]

Don't stop, can't stop, yes I wanna

(So gutter)

Can't stop, won't stop, yes I wanna

(Little Brother)

Don't stop, can't stop, yes I wanna

(And all across the world, the fly ladies and girls, tell me they lovin' it)

Can't stop, won't stop, yes I wanna

Don't stop, can't stop, yes I wanna

(East Coast say they lovin' it)

Can't stop, won't stop, yes I wanna

(Midwest say they lovin' it)

Don't stop, can't stop, yes I wanna

(All worlds say they lovin' it)

Can't stop, won't stop, yes I wanna

Its rapper Big Poo!

I got a prob' with, niggaz speaking gossip

Talkin' bout what you know, nothing it is nonsense

That's a Bronson, Charlie take precaution

Get you sold on the block, no not an auction

Dearly departin'

I'm not a G, but I move like they move

With a head full of smarts man

Here these niggaz go rambling

'Cause they don't know about the business we be handling (But let em know!)

Constant hits keep em scrambling

Till the stores, till the shelves dismantlin' (And?)

And what's that joint ninth sampling?

Pooh and 'Te on the mic, them bastards them, (Damn!)

And your women, we attractin' them

And if you ever wanna know what's happening

We tell 'em

It's Joe Scudda!

I wake up every morning, holding my dick

Going through life like I know I'm the shit, ya ain't fucking with me

So why try? Why go that route?

Why take that street? You can't take that heat?

Man your whole flow weak, we will take that beat

Put our own words on it, we will make that street

To the crowds and the masses, and all I ask is

Don't settle for the average, rap cabbage-

Heads; yeah you heard what I said, we the best here

'Cause our worst days be better than your best years

We your worst fears

So get up, get out, and get somethin'

Man, its only getting worse here

Joe Scudda, little brother, man we family

And we here forever so understand me