Just a Little Bit

[Skit: Von Pea] Yo, Don When you get a chance you gotta send me this part for your a capella because I just have the rough mix Either that or, you know me, I'll just leave it like this, I don't even care Matter of fact, let's leave it like this, yeah [Chorus: Donwill] Driving down the street and you see the police red and blue up in your rear view Your girl found a rubber in the trash can after coming home from work to see you Really can't quit your job cuz you know you need it but the check ain't cuttin' it You get a letter from the Maury show about a girl who said she pregnant and she got your kid [Verse 1: Donwill] Blue lights flashing On that Rodney King action Liquor on your breath with a half-empty flask (DAMN!) It was all good just fifteen ago When you were tipping strippers at the party Sipping having toasts But was it really all good? Man, really, think about it You're broke, dog You really couldn't afford that new outfit Coulda did without it But the quest to stay fresh Got you bumming gas money And your Sprints on disconnect So you missed that call about an interview for a new job And that broad that wants to make up for giving you blue balls Should've hollered at her girl, though She was fucking and she strips for a living So you could've juiced on something The snowball effect Where everything accumulates And the most obscure shit just adds up to ill fate But chill, wait You gotta pass that sobriety test And you left your driver's license back at home on your desk Damn [Chorus: Von Pea] You walked in to the porno spot And saw your moms and your pops there You on a first date with some chick That got mad underarm hair (and no deodorant on) You on your way to Fat Beats (with the accompanying DVD) And it's rappers at the door selling CDs You wanna lump Von Pea With all the other fake Jay-Zs [Verse 2: Von Pea] I got a Brooklyn accent and I'm conversational (ho!) It doesn't mean Jay-Z was inspirational (young!) To my style, my flow I've been doing this since '91, 10 years prior to any Blueprint Maybe not Chris' I'm razor sharp, slitting Any form of competition Using only what they're missing: talent Putting me on a list of fake Jays Is like saying Ray J sounds like Jay Kay Another Rakim or EPMD When you see Pea MC It's me being me Not inspired by another man's style, I swear I get wild but there's Always a need to compare Rappers always wanna diss me when I throw on a track They say I sound like Hov and my music is wack Drop the album Moonlighting and you thought we were fools? Ten years later it'll still sound brand new So watcha sayin' [Chorus: Ilyas] When you turn on the TV and Bush is back in office Your girlfriend's period is two months late and now she's feeling nauseous On a freak move with a chick and her man is hiding in the closet When your back's against the wall, you're strapped for cash and you feel like you lost it [Verse 3: Ilyas] Step-daddy coming down the steps and he hates me And my girl said she wanna have another baby Faith's tryin' to rape me Please lord, take me Ain't been right lately Job fuckin' up my check Fuck ya'll, pay me! Before a get a three-eighty and pull the trigger back Here's my suicide note, you can hear it in the track Why should I vote if you're gonna bring that bitch back? Can I hit that? I'm stressed just a little bit Please forgive me if I sound inconsiderate Read between the lines but you're probably illiterate Take a guess Bullet in the brain versus smoke in the chest And liquor to the liver Drunk when I wrote this All my inhibitions gone, have you noticed? Words written sloppy, losing focus Hey white folks! Is that a little hocus pocus? Never done 'caine but I'll take it in the vein I'm broke ladies. I charge twenty for a train Prostitute in gigolo cowboy boots Women? Gimme the loot! Gimme the loot!