Followers Songtext

(Chorus) Followers, dick swallowers No power over themselves, blindness Don't take it as a diss, take it as an act of kindness We wanna be in front while you fools is behind us Are you gonna live your whole life with blindness on your eyelids? Pretty boys fakin like they grinders [Del] First off, you a buster so mind us On the street with your crack thinkin your a timer Co-signin, findin it ain't workin Fiends is perkin, I seen you on Perkins Fools chirpin around the blocks with glocks And you, really ain't ready for the plot they got It's unbelievable the way the leave your skull on the pavement Snatch up your scrilla as soon as you made it You could be layin dead, instead you play dead So they would quit whoopin your ass; you get, put in the past Tryin to keep up with the Jones' like the mass N.C. baby, means you got no class [Poser speaks] "Aw what nigga? Man, I be on the flat lands all the time, nigga. I-I ain't even trippin!" [DEL] "Man you from the hills though man, what you doin" [Poser] "Aww nigga you don't know nigga. Nigga, I'm following niggaz." [DEL] "You trippin' man." [Poser] "Man I be grindin' and chillin' Nigga, I was rolling dice the other day nigga." [DEL] "You need to take your ass to school." [Poser] "Aww" (Chorus) Followers, dick swallowers No power over themselves, blindness Don't take it as a diss, take it as an act of kindness We wanna be in front while you fools is behind us Are you gonna live your whole life with blindness on your eyelids? Pretty boys fakin like they grinders ("Dude, that ain't me, dude") [Del] You bite somebody's style, it's invitin like a child You cling to it; I hear it, hmmm It's got a ring to it - if that's your thing do it At least you claim you ain't down with that hiphop shoobeedoobee Which is fine cause my click say you booty You a white kid, your mom said I'm a mooley Now you talking 'bout pass the doobie and the toolie Got your raps and your gat pointed at yours truly Talking 'bout you gonna school me, who me? Here's a little jewel like a ruby since you talkin like you knew me Playing a role that's straight out a movie Acting unruly, and your neighbors call SOO-WEEE to the pigs then they fling you in the brig Leave gang bangin to the real gat holders or real black soldiers who you don't know of Who don't show love with all you sun and your thun Cause they know where you from, You from Oakland, you rich and you ain't from the slums Your pops is a politician So why bein a criminal is your three wishes used up, do what comes naturally Quit playing a role that don't even have to be You slippin [Poser 2] "Dude, I ain't slippin, man I'm from the town too, man I'm from the Oakland hills dude. That's East Oakland, blood. You don't even know, man." [DEL] "Man, you trippin man." [Poser 2] "I ain't trippin dude. Why you trying to step to me like, you know, you somethin man?" [DEL] "Yap, yap, yap, yap." [Poser 2] "What up? Whatever dude, whatever." [DEL] "All in my ear with that yappin, man. You trippin." [Poser 2] "I'll keep at it to! Wassup?" [DEL] "What!? [laughing] You gonna get hard? What you talkin about fool?" [Poser 2] "Hey, you never know." (chorus) Followers, dick swallowers No power over themselves, blindness Don't take it as a diss, take it as an act of kindness We wanna be in front while you fools is behind us Are you gonna live your whole life with blindness on your eyelids? {*music fades out*}