OJ - Monsters lyrics

[Intro] [Bambu] Ready to go night night? [Kahlil] Yeah daddy [Bambu] Okay, soooo. What would you call a person that has so much money and lives in a giant castle? And this person, makes all this money, he has all these things that he doesn't need and the way he gets it is by hurting people? Even though people might die, um, people could get separated from their mommies and daddies...um, that person doesn't care. As long as that person, um, is making a lot of money. That person doesn't mind hurting people. What would you call that kind of person? [Kahlil] They're monsters daddy [Hook] I can't tell lies to ya baby, the boogie monster is alive He dances to the sound of money falling from the sky The sound's so loud he can't hear the party calling It don't stop and ah, it don't stop So loud he can't hear all of my Day One's calling It don't stop and ah, it don't stop So loud I bet they hear it when ah, they all mobbing It's don't stop and ah, it don't stop, na na It don't stop, uh uh, it don't stop, uh uh, it don't stop, uh uh It don't stop Good night [Verse 1] A transmission from the planet Earth When we block out the sun by putting gases in the atmosphere Southsider till I'm plant food Long as I lived around these lame a** rap busters, it's that dude The dude who looked the boogie man square in the eye Bought the lie and sold it back and I'll be read' until I die [?] can set his art up in Manila Calli[?] and Ralliestas[?] we gon' make you all remember It's the anti boogie man k**er of the greedy man Sinner I don't give a f** the Bible is a f**ing sham Only thing that's real is that I rep mine You front like you Christ like I nail you to a stop sign It don't stop and uh, it don't stop Perdoname madre por mi vida loca The music that'll sooth ya like Indian flutes to cobras Let me see ya hands, high And not behind ya back And not on top ya head and as a matter of fact The laws are different where you stay So study up cause they can buddy up And f** you up for just being a**ociated With the type of stereotypes they're trained to put in the prison So a private company can make some money off a system Buying prisons up, filing through a tax loop Loot all of these bailed out companies Making more loot and more loot [Kahlil] Daddy come back you're tripping again [Bambu] Okay I'm back Return like I never left A veteran who dying in the hospital, my last breath Tell the audience I said they are the person that I am The rapper that could rap a circle around a mini man Your poppa like, "Damn" Your brother like, "Yeah" Your sister like, "Word?" Your mama like, "Bam!" That old man from that smoggy shrouded flat lands Adopted by Echo Park and good back in the motherland I'm all city, raised my son where it's hard edge In the hood so I don't raise a little sh** head I know I'm on the cot, lounging through my break time Just to stitch you bums up like I embroidered my f**ing rhymes You f**ing right Check under my babies bed Here Kahlil, hold this deuce deuce aim to the... [Kahlil] To the head? [Bambu] Bet Dre would give back every dime from beats To hear the beating heart of his second son in a heartbeat It don't stop and uh, it don't stop na na {x4} [Kahlil] Good night daddy