Tekstovi: Boss. Deeper.

I don't really wanna feel
Like I'm in a daze so I smoke big kill
Just to deal with the ills like this fucked up trip
My skills ain't payin' bills and it's fuckin' with me and my grip
I drink that St. Ide's shit and smoke a ticket at the same time
Drop a wicked bomb on my naughty nature
I'm livin' foul like a Nickerbocker
Bitch I'm not the woman to sleep but I'm lost

'Cause I be on some ole' I'm tired of niggaz
Tryin' to come up off bitches type thing
And if I don't react the way he want he might swing
His little trick bitch ass in another direction
Then don't even use protection, I hate stupid shit assholes can avoid
Yo! And if worse came to worse I'll run a fraud on unemployed
'Cause who the fuck cares that I got gray hairs and can't sleep
Know what I mean?

Deeper and deeper, what can I do?
Deeper and deeper, what can I do?

This is deep, I'm goin' deeper

Every now and then I start flippin' and get to thinkin'
About deep shit beyond all that bullshit
I shoot at people, yeah I know what you mean, but fuck it I'm evil
And I'm hip to every bitch tryin' to get a grip
And every nigga tryin' to get a grip but fuck that shit
And I say fuck that shit with my mighty middle finger
I'm heavy off into this rap shit, fuckin' singers, yo I think I'm gettin' tense
'Cause my dollars ain't makin' no fuckin' sense, but then again

It's probably all that chronic that I smoked
I use to be like that when I was out there slangin' dope
And lately I been flippin' on some old paranoid shit
Like lookin' fuckers up and down tryin' to start shit
'Cause I'm a hard bitch, so why don't you just soften up?
I try to be cool but I get caught up when I go to clubs, straight up
I don't even trust myself, yo, you can trust me
Fuck I know? I'm just like you, right, that's deep

Deeper and deeper

Yo, Boss that shit you talkin' 'bout that's some deep shit
I'm tellin' you motherfuckers can't really get with that relate to that shit

I guess it's best we tell them mon
Every time she come, she's detrimental mon
Yes mon, know dis
Don't make me tell dem again mon, woy
She too hotta, tell-a-man she too hotta
Tell man she too hotta an' every posse know dat-ta
Yes, she too hotta, tell man she too hotta
For inside she come, she say de posse get flat come

Deeper and deeper

Aiyyo, I got them buck wild thrills, livin' foul kills
I'm tryin' to get to Watts but I'm stuck in Baldwin Hills
Tryin' to find myself for real though, check it
If I just rewind myself I'll see it ain't that hectic
Y'all don't hear me talkin' but it's time to get a stack
'Cause I'm about a second away, from goin' back
To the corner slangin' dope, gankin' cluckers, jackin' high, cappin' marks
I may be losin' my mind but better that than my heart

I talk a lot of shit but I can back it all the fuck up
I'm real cool people until some bullshit get brung up
Look here, believe me I ain't comin' out my crib
Tryin' to snap on life and run out and do some dumb shit
So I'll be takin' another sip to relax me
And get them problems out my mind that distract me
Life is workin' on my last nerve, yeah I hear you G
I'll see yo' ass next week, peace, yo that shit is deep

Deeper and deeper, what can I do?
Deeper and deeper, what can I do?
Deeper and deeper, what can I do?
Deeper and deeper, what can I do?