Sole - Clueless lyrics

[Intro: Larone Burnette] Clueless (Ohhhhhh, Clueless) Mindless Clueless (We're gonna leave you mindless) Mindless (Divine bringin' on down) [Verse 1: Solé] Supreme, all about my cream, can you dig the ish? Finna be hella rich made a switch to k** the snitch Turned out to be a nothing but a hater I pull the trigger, it bites the liver To the MO; dead on arrival h*mocidal when we ride taking ya title It ain't nothing but a thing, cause everybody gotta die Everybody gotta lie, hit the scene I'm all about the green and the cash Give it up fast: the no-no, player watch for the po-po Bring a 'cain diller as I bring the pain k**er On the low low creepin' affiliated See a chick demonstrate it, make 'em frustrated Complicated with a buzz, burst until he [?] must kickin' up dust Crushin' competition, I'm on a mission Mitch wanna be dissin' at the same time Ass kissin', hopin' they wishin' that I Play out, fade out never heard of me, but occurred to be Greatest, Mitch hate this Debate? Nothin' but a word to me Really [?] to me, gotta rock it up, gotta stuck it up Upon game Mitch you gotta mop it up, soakin' No jokin', can't breathe No more messin' 'round start chokin' Everybody that I meet (what you doin'?) dealin' Everybody peep it: the lyrical context to get hexed by voodoo No tellin' what's next you're clueless [Hook: Larone Burnette] Now what you gonna do? Your time has run out When the Divine and Nina come for you. Are you dreaming? Or are you still awake, your time has run out, player Now where you gonna run? Where you gonna hide? d**h around the corner and it shows tonight (Cause you were trippin' you got caught slippin' And now you clueless about your situation Lights out, we know it's hesitation) [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] I'm about to hit 'em with a mirror, k**er Gotta get a little bit more of that skriller What the hell a hater gonna do When they come face to face with a 9 milla (Backed up off of ya, none out but you hopped off I crush ya) See me when I'm comin' with a (Ch-ch-ch) Better hope you'll never hear the (Hah-ah-ah) Bust every day, many day, any day I spray it at hater that claim he's on Make that hater say hee-hah Dameon Devil child, devil's son, by the rule of the God with the rebel's gun And if that trick no like it, s** me huevos hun, hum Is that k**er with the flow not so-so Never with a (willy bobo?) hot like cocoa beautiful just like Acapulco, poke your ho, oh She's wet, she's aqua, clueless trick, never had to jock her All over my sack and nobody, n***aro not even you, can stop her Le Cosa Nostra, me fly boast up, ride that track like a roller coaster Come a little closer, see a motherkcuf like Tech Nina toast you N9ne Tech come with Divine, just remain mindless When I flex you, you get next to the real k**er But a Bade Mitch motherkcuf just stay at school [Hook: Larone Burnette] Now what you gonna do? Your time has run out When the Divine and Nina come for you. Are you dreaming? Or are you still awake, your time has run out, player Now where you gonna run? Where you gonna hide? d**h around the corner and it shows tonight (Cause you were trippin' you got caught slippin' And now you clueless about your situation Lights out, we know it's hesitation) [Verse 3: Solé] It's all a mystery, check out the history Follow the trickery, hollow tips are loaded from the Tech N9ne Known to bust caps everytime, won't you rewind it? (yrlived) Got 'em blinded, simple minded Gotta get up behind, stop [?] somethin' like pal! Make 'em all really wonder how, can we k** em? Have we deal them? 36 grams up in 'em, like snakes deliver up dangerous Mess around gotta hit 'em, Tech Nina and Divine rollin' up can't stop the bum rush While play haters come to us, victorious, so glorious Mitch Bade is dumb to us, Notorious Like Biggie, is she really from Kansas City, Missouri? Mitch you better be hear me, better be fear me, nothin' but an enemy On my way to make many G's in the industry, that's how it gotta be Everybody be useless another murder committed, clueless [Verse 4: Tech N9ne] You ever dance with a devil in a pale moonlight I usually ask of all my pray I'm gonna be level when I'm on a mic You fool I'm a live round when I spray [?] I mean [?] make a lot of money [?] sentimental Never did I make Biancas whine [?] N9ne Get spunked, not even I keep kickin' a bud Now we give up the Bianca (?) Clueless, who less, me and you foolish This when a n***a do best But if you bite your thumb at me Tecca Nina gotta make a punk of you Much more strand than an attitude bigger than the Capulet and Montegue Who really wanna get involved? When I bust like sailor [?] Will you do me a favor: get lost Or get your head torn off by the flip boss k**a clown, look around, hella off the hook And I stays in the k**a zone now, a milla dawn n***as be clueless and more soul than Alicia Silverstone [Hook: Larone Burnette] Now what you gonna do? Your time has run out When the Divine and Nina come for you. Are you dreaming? Or are you still awake, your time has run out, player Now where you gonna run? Where you gonna hide? d**h around the corner and it shows tonight (Cause you were trippin' you got caught slippin' And now you clueless about your situation Lights out, we know it's hesitation) [Outro: Larone Burnette] We're gonna leave you clueless, clueless And all you peeps and hustlers wonder why and how do they we do it, do it Coming with finesse, you're messin' with the best [?] Don't try to find it, or even bite it Just brought the music to your head and get excited Cause we comin' real smooth, so what you wanna do Wanna be down with me and my crew?