Kam

Kam - Ya'll Don't Here Me Dough lyrics

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[VERSE 1]

Damn, one-time just bust a u

And they 4 deep, too

They seen all these caps and t-shirts

And them gold thangs underneath the skirts

But the law ain't been broken

Wait, I see 3 white cops and one token

Oh, so that explains it, no doubt

Uncle Tom pointed us out

But I ain't tryin to get jacked

They give me static, I'm givin the shit back

Cause I ain't did nothin wrong

And this L.A. drama been goin on too long

So it's on if they touch me

Matter of fact, they better Starsky-and-Hutch me

Cause fool, I ain't waitin

I'm 5000, so much for gold daytons

I hit a side street and circled twice

Shook em like hot dice

Parked the toy in a driveway

Cause the same thing happened last Friday

I tried to tell you, they was devils once befo'

But y'all don't hear me though



(Hey fellas

You guys know who I'm talkin to)



[VERSE 2]

(Damn, this baby pagin me, 911)

Who is that? (This bad-ass white girl from...)

Aw nigga, you went out like a straight boyscout

(What you talkin bout? fool, this girl a straight freak)

Yeah, she probably have your ass at the clinic every week

Askin the doctor, "Have you ever seen this?"

With a long-wired q-tip stuck up your penis

Waitin for the test results to come back from upstairs

While you say your prayers

And ask yourself: was it really worth it?

Before Casanova crossed over, everything was perfect

But you wasn't satisfied with the sisters

So now you got blisters

Trick or treat? (Aw nigga, you can eat a dick)

Or vice versa, that's how you treat a trick

Nigga like you who ain't learned

That hittin pale skins'll get you burned

Man, y'all better let them white hoes go

But y'all don't hear me though



(Hey fellas

You guys know who I'm talkin to)



[VERSE 3]

(Damn Kam, I got a migraine) What you eat?

(Just some pork chops and pig's feet

And a couple of strips of bacon)

What? (And my head just started achin)

I hate to say 'I told you so', but I told ya

You couldn't take it from a soldier

Kam got the ham broken down to a science

So keep it out your appliance

Cat plus rat plus dog equals hog

Poison-ass animals, people need to ban em all

(Nigga, I been eatin pork all my life, and I'm cool)

Fool (You don't know what you're missin)

Listen that's the reason why you get sick so quick

And spend a straight grip with doctor Tom Slick

So he can fill your prescription

For your ass, for your headaches, and your hyper tension

When all you gotta do is stop eatin the swine

And everything'll be fine

Black folk better leave that pork at the sto'

But y'all don't hear me though



(Hey fellas

You guys know who I'm talkin to)



[VERSE 4]

Damn, my nigga got stretched

He's down for the k.o.

For movin that lleyo

And now they askin him to snitch

I hate to say it, but the nigga dug his own ditch

So now he's caught in a catch 22

Damned if he don't, and fucked if he do

Lookin at 15 with a l

Scared he'll touch down, so what the hell

He starts singin like a bird

Federal detectives recordin every word

Puttin niggas in a twist, steppin on toes

How long will he last? God only knows

Ballin outta control, gotta put on a hold

So it's on like that, nigga, where my niggas at?

It ain't like he didn't know

Cause I damn sure told him

He just ain't hear me though
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