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oops upside your head lyrics – sean price

(feat. steele)

[sean price:]
yeah, oops upside your head
you wear a suit and a tie when you dead, you might see me
in the streets doin crazy stuff
why? this rap sh-t don’t pay enough
no joke i’m serious, the god spit bodies that’s furious
y’all n-gg-z is funny style, eddie murphy, “delirious”
me? i’m straight like 9: 15
two spliffs of the green, now my eyes chinese
add on, multiply, let’s divide this cream
one for you… one for me
two for you… one-two for me (yo what the f-ck?)

yeah sanitation, i said sanitarium
n-gg-z is clowns and found ground in aquariums
you motherf-ckers sleep with the fishes
i’m at your spot tryin to sleep wit’cha b-tches, listen
you rap like p, don’t rap like p
back smack a rapper backwards for tryin to act like me
i’m, one of a kind, i’m second to none
if my, record ain’t spun i network with some guns
call dude at the radio, listen could you play me yo?
yeah i’ma play it, he ain’t play it but he played me though
next week i saw him at a party tryin to wave h-llo
smacked him in the face with the 8, i’m tryin to break his nose

look, man, you must be out your god d-mn mind
it don’t make sense if i don’t make a god d-mn dime
now why, you think i’m out here on this god d-mn grind
and won’t resign ’til i reside in a fox that’s fine
i’m, like criss “mindfreak,” abracadabra
n-gg- my nine speak, your rhymes weak and need v–gr-
most rappers ain’t that nice, your rap ain’t real
you can’t, be like sean price, can’t do like steele, f’real
and i don’t mean to be facetious
it’s genius to have the god on the track with jesus
y’all dudes f-cked up, your flows pathetic
the 8 set it, push up on n-gg-z like calisthenics
we, wild and wreckless, the style’s perfected
don’t wanna see me at your desk with scare like “where the check is?”
this biz just gon’ have this kid lose his religion
pop a few gods, do twenty-five to lives in prison

(d-mn, that’s f-cked up man)

- sean price