Little Brother - Stylin' lyrics

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Little Brother - Stylin' lyrics

[Intro] [Big Pooh Speaking] Yeah, from NC to Oxnard. n***a we go hard. Ha [Verse One] [Big Pooh] I was that chubby kid, I ain't talk too much And even though I could I never use that crutch It's funny when you're older, makin' moves and such How people find a way to get in your clutch And they do touch and rub some n***a foul Thinkin' sh** gravy cause you seen me smile I'm givin' up inches, you want the whole mile And when I tell 'em, "Stop" that's when hoes get wild Flood the in box, constant calls comin' in I hit the "Back" bu*ton and she callin' me again I'm thinkin' out loud, "When is this gon' end?" Will you ever get the message, I don't wanna be your friend I don't want to have a talk, I got nothin' to say You actin' real immature, go somewhere and play Told the baby, "Break out" like Chad or Shay Yes Poobie is for real, it would make my day [Hook] [Big Pooh] But first you get money stylin' Get fame wildin' b**hes start wowin' n***as start pilin' Then n***as start wowin' b**hes start pilin' Get fame stylin' Make money wildin' n***as get mad start stylin' on you b**hes get mad start wowin' on you Make a lil' money they start pilin' on you Get a lil' fame they start wowin' on you [Verse Two] [Big Pooh] I ain't never had a dollar to my name, f** fame Get a lil' bit people around you start to change Palms reachin' out, speakin' 'bout what they did We was both down and out now the situation big You supposed to be my nig It will never be the same We both pointin' fingers at each other placin' blame You on that David Blane I'm on a higher plain A blow to the people who don't know what's insane A motherf**in' shame how this whole thing turned We had to end it homie before somebody got burned I hate this kind of lesson, find myself second guessin' The burden here is lessened, experience earned And before this take a turn for the worse I think it's in both our best interest if we go again disperse I know what you thinkin', but homie the truth hurts I never thought gettin' this bread would be a curse But [Hook] [Verse Three] [Oh No] Now Rock City's tryin' to get that cake See I was raised in the burbs with the birds and the snakes So at an early age I had to learn everybody's mistake So by now everybody can call me the great It's Oh No No With more signs than skitzos n***as let them lips go, that leaves their lids blown And homie I'm gettin' blown so y'all can get gon' Can't hang around me dawg so we don't get along And shows with hoes, it's no damn difference They beyond overthrow but no bullsh**tin' There's only one ride And then they gettin' dropped off So when they start wildin', pssst, please you can walk off Now put that in your Coach's knockoff and bag it up And add it to my roach's up in Oxnard They always knew me like they think they do They thought they knew sh** I'm doin' it big with Pooh [Hook]

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