P's & Q's Lyrics

from Album (Brickhouse EP) by Saukrates
Karl Amani Wailoo (born December 20, 1977), better known by his stage name Saukrates ( ; "Socrates"), is a Canadian Canada rapper rapping , singer, and record producer of Guyanese Guyana descent. He [more..]

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(Chorus)


Ain't nobody with the skills we got


Putting shit together just to form another plot


Better be on your P's and Q's


Here's a message from me to you bloow


Ain't nobody with the skills we got


Always putting shit together just to form another plot


Better be on your P's and Q's


Here's a message from me to you bloow





Verse 1:


I break you off a little something


There ain't no reason to be frontin'


He sat with a cold blunt in hand, other nothing


Pick up my pen, begin


To let my mind bend again


Rush with thoughts, bust, discuss how I'm finishing


Cleaning niggas off, you just a pig who need a bigger trough


While I chill on the land of the lore


With your raps sound soft


Beats never coming off


How you feel? I know you thought you were reeeaall


Losing you skill, what's the deal?


Peeling caps on you record


Interludes on some y'all ain't even seen real steal


Imagine if you will kid, getting ill on a record


Making dough, but it's your own shit still


Now's time to play big Will nigga


After you learn how to play the field, rocking the act vigor


Trigger in you clutches


Remembering the time you thought of doing niggas


Spoke about the dutches


New style every month from Tony Touches


You capitalize on franchise type of shit


Generic in your eyes


No name brand the same


But can't even do it like the orginal Fame


Get that***out the game


Nigga, what!





(Chorus)





Honey! Where do you think you're going with my money?


Broke you off last week, Yo!


Girl listen funny, you thinking you're runnin'


On some different type shit


But your position at present could get your wig split


Baby, what!


I know we cool like that because, we known each other for years


And all the time we was on the same level


But you turned up the treble


Not me I became a hip-hop MC


On the other hand, babee


You think of profiling as an acuvision (?)


Last year was a different situation


Hanging out with the niggas, when you were in need to kick back


Smoking BDs, mixing hash with weed


Denim and army fatigues


You were never afraid to put degrees on a nigga who slapped up ya seat


Now you're chilling with some type Johnny G type of cat


Put you up in the crib


Now you think you're all that


Fly DKNY, Versace panties on your***


But, your son's looking like crass and tripping up in class


Correct that bullshit, fast!


And quit coming around my niggas begging for cash


That's you boyfriend's task


I heard he 'tacked you up really bad the other day


'Cause I can hear your seed screaming, running my way


Time to talk to that fool, cause my sons don't play


Ah, honey, next time you change, don't stray


You hear me?





(Chorus)





Ain't nobody, skills we got,


Ain't nobody, Saukrates y'all


Better be on your P's and Q's


Here's a message from me to you, bloow



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