Meat
Title | Meat |
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Artist | Brotha Lynch Hung |
Album | Dinner and a Movie |
Release Date | 2007-05-27 |
Description | One of the few rare sentimental Brotha Lynch tracks. It’s a nice surprise in the middle of Dinner and a Movie, an album full of serial killer, cannibalistic, bloody lyricism. The song is about Brotha Lynch’s pain of not being able to provide for his son, one of the defining traits of a man. |
Lyrics | Alarm clock, I hate alarm clocks Hey, babe, I gotta get up Real shit ya'll [1st Verse] I only got enough money for some hamburger meat But I still ain't tripping that's the shit I like to eat But my son he like daddy this is all we got to eat I'm like son I'm about to sign big time I'm downloading beats and I'mma start writin' to em And if the fans don't buy em I'mma kill them in they sleep Bring the extra cheese We gonna eat somehow like the Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese Gettin' dirty meats, make me some fuckn' stacks of G's With the AR, automatic Uzi machine All you gotta do is wash it off and then put it in the freeze And then we good for another couple of weeks When you get older like me you'll be tuckin the heat And if not you, you'll be stuck in the street I wanna say ya mom love you, but that's up to she But we gonna do what we gotta do and that's get the meat Strange Music got my back fade hopefully But if not, see there really ain't no hope for me That means you going through the same situation That means we gone keep going through the same shit you hatin' [Hook] Meat, we gotta find something to eat Even if we gotta go do it on the street Even if we gotta go shootin' with the heat Even if we lie to dude we gone get the meat, (meat,meat) [2nd Verse] I only got enough money for top ramen noodles My son lookin' at me like he don't wanna come to close He saw me in the bathroom cryin' it was too late I couldn't even keep a straight face, like 2 face All the mother fuckas around me they was to fake I ain't got an album out now they call me too late Bar b q yesterday, where the fuck was I at? A football game where's my mother-fuckin' hi at? I remember lizz moore drive even after that Starin at my strange chain, thinking I ain't goin' back I got a new life, I'mma get a new wife I'mma get a new 9, I think it was due time No matter who's wrong or who right Life's like shakin' 'em up n rollin' 2 dice Thin slice, and my old school homey like where you been ice Just marinatin, stomach aching shit ain't been right [Hook] You might also like[Background vocals] Real shit ya'll.......real shit ya'll......meat Hey, Kev wake up, fading off, meat [Fades Out:] Yo Kev wake up [3rd Verse] Lil Kevin wake up its school time, get ya clothes on Don't nobody love you like me We in the O zone, twilight zone All we got to eat today is bullshit Time for you to pray, but I don't pray I carry full clips You can't be like me cause I'mma fuck up And if we both fuckn' up you gone be just like me It's gone be a tight squeeze, we can get through this You my 'lil nigga so nigga we gone do this Shit, I can count it on one hand Old as I am I can still count it on one hand We both Kevin Mann We both gotta stretch it out like a rubber band I got another plan, I got a million of em I'mma still come with em, I'm still run wit em We gotta keep it goin, then I'm done with it That's it, I'mma wipe my hands I'm hella broke but I don't dance [Hook] [Outro:] “Alright son, what time you get out of school? What 2:30? Alright you meet me down the street where we usually meet at I’m, I’m gonna get some money You just get your fucking ass into fucking class, man Alright, I love you” |