No Malice - Bow Down No Mo' lyrics

(Hook) Bowing down the villes, bow down no mo Chicken on his meals, bow down no mo All these goons are sticks, bow down no mo I’m gon talk my business, bow down no mo Bow down no mo, bow down no mo Bow down no mo, bow down no mo Bow down no mo, bow down no mo Bow down no mo, bow down no mo (Verse) God bless the child, that God is on I don’t look to mama, her baby grown We would ship em in then we get em gone You could smell it on me like a cheap cologne Keep partying my bros, that’s what the Father said It’s like I had no soul, I was the walking dead sponsored links Had to get ahead, ain’t got time to sympathize I was selling that vibe, and if he dies he dies So cold blooded but flooded was the best I was prison guy but livin like a pimp How could I meddle all them years I peddled crack I came back, call me to the block If it’s bad, out here actin like nothing phase me At Tony’s again but I was cryin like a baby Look at his baby, snot with the ugly face Look into some d**, still I’m nearly from taking away (Hook) Bowing down the villes, bow down no mo Chicken on his meals, bow down no mo All these goons are sticks, bow down no mo I’m gon talk my business, bow down no mo Bow down no mo, bow down no mo Bow down no mo, bow down no mo Bow down no mo, bow down no mo Bow down no mo, bow down no mo (Verse) Those were the days, I remember them well At the Mariott, layin up with Jezebel Don’t piss and tell, this could be our little secret Telling me she love me and I believe it Looking back, oh what a fool I was Different chick every night like it was humorous It fueled my lust but now I hang my head in shame They got the nerve to ask do they really hustle game Yes indeed, them chickens really flew the cook Crack the dome with the birds, co*k-a-doodle-doo Them other dudes on the mike, I’m telling you the truth That’s why I been sick of rap, chicken noodle soup New recruits better salute, papa don’t play They got me tippin off my belt and his side I take What I say? Fishy face and pull up the bridges Save the ridics for half the creeps, no more religious (Hook) Bowing down the villes, bow down no mo Chicken on his meals, bow down no mo All these goons are sticks, bow down no mo I’m gon talk my business, bow down no mo Bow down no mo, bow down no mo Bow down no mo, bow down no mo Bow down no mo, bow down no mo Bow down no mo, bow down no mo