DJ Enuff - Wrong Idea Lyrics
DJ Enuff - Wrong Idea Lyrics
Whats up nephew?
Sitting here chopping game, my nigga Bad Azz
Niggas get the misconception of us
Cause we so cold at what we do
But I really wanna let niggas know what's happening though
You feel me?
[Chorus]
Now I don't want anybody
To get the wrong idea about me
I don't have nothing to hide
I want the world to see,
I'm a gangsta gangsta
Gangsta niggas do your dance
(C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah)
Gangsta bitches wave yo' hands
See me, I'm bout my money my paper I'm bout my dollars
Popping collars with this mac and this slack and these two revolvers
See we smoke and go hoeing cause the bitch ain't never shit to me
And pussy stay selling, so I never let it get to me
The shit to me is simple, it relies on credentials
We credible individuals, ahead of you we original
Better known as criminals, thugging off on the stereo
Killing 'em on the radio, some of them wanna hate me though
F*ck 'em cause they can't see me doe and here we go again
The jealousy took me over success, just keep you slower
While, you get nothing, we keep getting more
Pump pump the jam up, drop drop the top
Hit hit the switch and smash down the block
And oh yeah this Long Beach so you know when you see a nigga
And don't never get the wrong idea nigga
(Yeah, nigga what?) Holla at 'em
[Chorus]
I keep my khakis creased, hat tilted to the East
On a bitch I remain the beast, none the least
Police try to cuff me and stuff me in the back
Of they patrol car, cause I'm a former parole star
With the cool name, this nigga here's a fool man
Go on and do yo' thing, gang-bang
In the hood and in Hollywood
Record company executives think it's all to the good
Get to showing me around they house, then he slide me in the back
And had the nerve to try to buy me out, check this out man
I'm down with P, and D-R-E
A real nigga from the motherf*cking L.B.C.
I just look like this, I stay down for the twist
I'm real with this, deep as abyss
I gave you a pound, then I gave yo' wife a kiss
I had to dip cause y'all was full of that bullshit
[Chorus: x3]
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Whats up nephew?
Sitting here chopping game, my nigga Bad Azz
Niggas get the misconception of us
Cause we so cold at what we do
But I really wanna let niggas know what's happening though
You feel me?
[Chorus]
Now I don't want anybody
To get the wrong idea about me
I don't have nothing to hide
I want the world to see,
I'm a gangsta gangsta
Gangsta niggas do your dance
(C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah)
Gangsta bitches wave yo' hands
See me, I'm bout my money my paper I'm bout my dollars
Popping collars with this mac and this slack and these two revolvers
See we smoke and go hoeing cause the bitch ain't never shit to me
And pussy stay selling, so I never let it get to me
The shit to me is simple, it relies on credentials
We credible individuals, ahead of you we original
Better known as criminals, thugging off on the stereo
Killing 'em on the radio, some of them wanna hate me though
F*ck 'em cause they can't see me doe and here we go again
The jealousy took me over success, just keep you slower
While, you get nothing, we keep getting more
Pump pump the jam up, drop drop the top
Hit hit the switch and smash down the block
And oh yeah this Long Beach so you know when you see a nigga
And don't never get the wrong idea nigga
(Yeah, nigga what?) Holla at 'em
[Chorus]
I keep my khakis creased, hat tilted to the East
On a bitch I remain the beast, none the least
Police try to cuff me and stuff me in the back
Of they patrol car, cause I'm a former parole star
With the cool name, this nigga here's a fool man
Go on and do yo' thing, gang-bang
In the hood and in Hollywood
Record company executives think it's all to the good
Get to showing me around they house, then he slide me in the back
And had the nerve to try to buy me out, check this out man
I'm down with P, and D-R-E
A real nigga from the motherf*cking L.B.C.
I just look like this, I stay down for the twist
I'm real with this, deep as abyss
I gave you a pound, then I gave yo' wife a kiss
I had to dip cause y'all was full of that bullshit
[Chorus: x3]
Sitting here chopping game, my nigga Bad Azz
Niggas get the misconception of us
Cause we so cold at what we do
But I really wanna let niggas know what's happening though
You feel me?
[Chorus]
Now I don't want anybody
To get the wrong idea about me
I don't have nothing to hide
I want the world to see,
I'm a gangsta gangsta
Gangsta niggas do your dance
(C-Walk, C-Walk homey, yeah)
Gangsta bitches wave yo' hands
See me, I'm bout my money my paper I'm bout my dollars
Popping collars with this mac and this slack and these two revolvers
See we smoke and go hoeing cause the bitch ain't never shit to me
And pussy stay selling, so I never let it get to me
The shit to me is simple, it relies on credentials
We credible individuals, ahead of you we original
Better known as criminals, thugging off on the stereo
Killing 'em on the radio, some of them wanna hate me though
F*ck 'em cause they can't see me doe and here we go again
The jealousy took me over success, just keep you slower
While, you get nothing, we keep getting more
Pump pump the jam up, drop drop the top
Hit hit the switch and smash down the block
And oh yeah this Long Beach so you know when you see a nigga
And don't never get the wrong idea nigga
(Yeah, nigga what?) Holla at 'em
[Chorus]
I keep my khakis creased, hat tilted to the East
On a bitch I remain the beast, none the least
Police try to cuff me and stuff me in the back
Of they patrol car, cause I'm a former parole star
With the cool name, this nigga here's a fool man
Go on and do yo' thing, gang-bang
In the hood and in Hollywood
Record company executives think it's all to the good
Get to showing me around they house, then he slide me in the back
And had the nerve to try to buy me out, check this out man
I'm down with P, and D-R-E
A real nigga from the motherf*cking L.B.C.
I just look like this, I stay down for the twist
I'm real with this, deep as abyss
I gave you a pound, then I gave yo' wife a kiss
I had to dip cause y'all was full of that bullshit
[Chorus: x3]
Writer: LARRY ERNEST BLACKMON, CALVIN BROADUS, DAVID DREW, TOMI JENKINS, JAMARR ANTONIO STAMPS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: DJ Enuff
Featuring: Snoop Dogg, Kokane, Bad Azz
Length: 2:47
Written by: LARRY ERNEST BLACKMON, CALVIN BROADUS, DAVID DREW, TOMI JENKINS, JAMARR ANTONIO STAMPS