Letra de ' POKE THE BEAR ' de Mellow Rackz

Mello
Uh
These niggas done ran outta time
It's my season

KOB
Aye

These niggas talk too much
Dog ass boy you bark too much
You ain't get no respect from none of these
Make me call your bluff
Went through the song with a rat 'cause you went flat
Needed your dollars up
Overdose, I saved your junkie ass
Took you to the hospital
Remember? That lil' motherfucker robbed me
He ain't even do nothing
He ain't no stepper
How you mad 'cause you ain't put me on and somebody else did?
Fuck, nigga you'll never
Kept me on the shelf
Hatin' on the bitch
I'm seeing how I be better
Say you gon' try me never
And that's facts

Now I'm Lambo swervin'
Back to back birdies
Brand new Birkins
From the times when you took back all of them purses

I ain't let you fucking years
Stop all that cat lil' boy you thirsty
Had to curb your engineer all the times he tried to do you dirty
You got steppers, I got steppers

My bag bigger now for certain
How you buying hoes designer shit and leave your family hurting?
Go on and blame it on the Perkys
Pussy niggas smoking dirties

It's two different meanings when me and you say we ride with thirties
It's a big strap on me, with a switch on it
Run up if you want it
Tahoe full of DRACs and MAC 11s

Niggas with me ain't on healthy shit, but steady cracking melons
Number one in the whole world
I see why niggas acting jealous
I would hate me too

If I lost all my favorite hair, I swear that shit would faze me too
World's funniest crackhead every time I see your latest news
Tried to fuck my cousin and you talk about me betraying you
It's getting for real, pussy

Grabbing footage from old videos you were scared to release
'Cause you know if I got on, you wouldn't be bigger than me
Since you want do it for computers, tell about the PC
How you were scared to hit the yard 'cause you was caught up in beef

Go bar for bar, put that on God that you ain't harder than me
You protected by the Feds, so don't be talking about the streets
You lost your dignity for cash
That ain't part of the G

I can't be on here saying too much
That boy might call the police
Woo
Woo

Shit ain't about nothing
Just keep my motherfucking name out your mouth, nigga
I ain't worried about you
I don't even think about you

Bitch, I don't even know you no more
Number one motherfucking album in the world
Track number nine, spot number nine
You got steppers, we got steppers too

For the right price, yeah, we'll step on you
Just like little dude
How you telling in jail about some weed and bribe?
We all knowing they said he had to get down with the fire

Chap boy ain't never lie about your snitching ass
How you gangsta and get back cool with some niggas that got at you?
Huh
Niggas ain't right