Disturbed

Coo Coo Cal

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    (Hook 1 x2)
    Mentally dis-turbed
    Crooked thoughts keep running through, my head
    Got me disturbed (Got me disturbed)

    [Verse 1]
    They say I'm mentally, dis-turbed
    Ya heard
    Still I kill 'em softly
    With nothing but words
    Nouns, pronouns, adjectives and, verbs
    Still perch on the curb, dogg
    Ain't nothing changed
    Except these
    Muthaf**kas dipping all in my business
    Trying to steal my thangs
    Ain't gotta say no names
    Nigga you made your stand
    Burn up
    So turn up the volume on that fat bitch
    Cuz you done played your hand
    Now I'm bout to fade your man
    On the deal
    That's how we do it where we dwell
    Set the stage
    And page Fortnum to bring the hell
    They'll never see it coming
    Cuz they running
    From the wrong thang
    See we got bait
    So sit back and wait, nigga
    And collect the change
    Still want to bang
    I will go get it
    I'ma slam a beer, nigga
    And dat my f**king career
    You don't know what to do with it
    I'm like a jewel with it
    With longevity
    Coo Coo Cal, muthaf**ka
    AKA, nigga
    Calvin Bellamy
    Slick muthaf**kas done hit a nerve, nigga
    They claim I'm sick
    But still bumping my shit
    And riding my dick
    So that makes me disturbed

    (Hook 2)
    Feeling disturbed

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    Got some thangs on my mind
    Like the walls is closing
    And I'm outta time (Mentally dis-turbed)
    Need some time to think
    Too much chess going on
    My mind is blank
    But I gotta hold on

    (Hook 1 x2)

    [Verse 2]
    They claiming I done lost my mind, nigga
    And lost my grind
    But my rhymes designed, nigga
    Strictly for the struggle
    F**k a flosser sign
    Even though it calls for mine
    We keeping it real, shit
    Still up in the ghetto
    With the fellows, nigga
    Toting 'em, still
    See it's bout dollar bill
    And that's all
    Black greedy
    Fat hogs
    Stumping up through your city
    With them stacks, y'all
    And we coming in 'llacs, dogg
    With pipe guns
    Paint, flipping
    Got niggaz tripping
    Cuz we got the right touch
    And don't really like much
    Cuz that's how Steelo
    Get money
    Our conversaion broadcast on your station, nigga
    F**k a kilo
    Where we go, we mobbing
    And any
    Muthaf**ka standing in my path, dogg
    We robbing
    We can forget get you, dogg
    Cuz niggaz fishy
    Might find 'em
    Stanking in a, muthaf**kin alley
    Smelling up your city
    Punk bitches done hit a nerve
    But still
    Bumping my shit
    Riding my dick
    So that makes me disturbed

    (Hook 2)
    (Hook 1 x2)

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    Composición: Henry Cook y J. Collins

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