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The Frustrated Nigga Lyrics by Jeru the Damaja
The Frustrated Nigga by Jeru the Damaja
Children of all ages
It's me Jeru the Damaja
And I'm here to present to you today
Yes this is the bullsh*t the extreme bullsh*t
The absolute bullsh*t
This is the bullsh*t of bullsh*t
This bullsh*t is so bullsh*t I NEVER wanna hear this bullsh*t
on the radio
Or in my children's ears cause it's bullsh*t
You know? So as we talk about the bullsh*t
and what bullsh*t is
I'ma drop the bullsh*t on you right now
You know, the bullsh*t goes like this
Jump up in my Rolls Royce, top choice
Make em holler, everything I do is for a dollar
f**k being civilized, I got dollar signs in my eyes
One day I'll fall, but for now I'll rise
Trust me, as the stink stuff, fries up
I'm cookin up I used to spend the nights in spots run up
buck buck but now I'm all growed up and blowed up
And believe me, baby paw, I got it all sewed up
And the loot is in big bags and all stored up
And the niggaz I used to run with is all locked up
But, I'll keep bubblin, got em on the corners
like court jesters jugglin, avoid the late night mugging
Because stick up kids be bugging
I paid my dues so I'm on some exotic island
Smilin, sun shinin all off my diamonds
Sippin on martinis bad hookers in bikinis
A airplane load of exotic work from Tahiti
Plus a squad of killer b**ches that all carry uzis
I got a lot so if it gets too hot
Jump in the billion dollar jet, or the million dollar yacht
Got the Teflon vest, in case they knock me out the box
Oh no, I think I hear gunshots...
Huh huh ahh, huh, whew!
Damn, sh*t was just a dream, whew
That's a scary motherf**king dream, that was bullsh*t!
I'd never say no bullsh*t like that, whoa!
Glad I don't live none of that bullsh*t
That sh*t is absolutely bullsh*t, oh...