Some cats really like to you know
Profile and front.
And then the jooks go down all at once they like
[Chorus]
Don't get me
Don't get me
Don't g g g g g get me [Repeat: x3]
You're out on the block hustling at the spot,
Got this is how you get Got,
At the gamblin' spot and your hand is mad hot,
Got this is how you get Got,
Out in Brooklyn late night flashing all of your rocks,
Got this is how you get Got,
Some girl from pink house said "I like you a lot"
Got, this is how you get Got
This one goes to all them Big Will cats
With ice on they limbs and big rims on they Ac
You goin' around town with your system bump
And your windows cracked low to profile and front
Now I like to have nice things just like you
But I'm from Brooklyn, certain shit you just don't do
Like, high postin' when you far from home
Or like, high postin' when you all alone
Now, this would seem to be clear common sense
But, cats be livin' off, sheer confidence
Like "Fuck that, picture them tellin' me run that"
But acting invincible, just ain't sensible
It's nineteen ninety-now, and there's certain individuals
Swear they rollin' hard and get robbed on principle
5 star general, flashin' on your revenue
You takin' a ride on the Downstate medical, Like
Colorful sparks, yellow and blue
A fool on attack and it's happening to you
Wit' nothing you can do but bust back and cop a plea
But five of them and one of you, that equals Got to me
[Chorus]
Come on y'all now, let's be real
Some jokers got a rough time keepin' it concealed
I wonder what it mean, it's probably self-esteem
They fiending to be seen, get hymned like Aberdeen
Cats think it can't happen until the gats start clappin'
They comin' down the wire spittin' fire like a dragon
'Cause while the goods glisten, certain eyes take position
To observe your trick, and then catch that ass slippin'
Like, come on now ock, what you expect?
Got a month's paycheck danglin' off your neck
And while you Cristal sippin', they rubbin' up they mittens
With heat in mint condition to start the getti-gettin'
They clique starts creepin' like Sandinistin guerrillas
You screamin' playa haters, these niggas is playa killers
Mr. Fash-ion, that style never last long
The harder you flash, the harder you get flashed on
There's hunger in the street that is hard to defeat
Many steal for sport, but more steal to eat
Cat's heavy at the weigh-in, and he's playin' for keeps
Don't sleep, they'll roll up in your passengers seat
There is universal law, whether rich or poor
Some say life's a game, to more, life is war
So put them egos to the side and get off them head-trips
'Fore some cats pull out them heaters and make you head-less
[Chorus]
Profile and front.
And then the jooks go down all at once they like
Don't get me
Don't get me
Don't g g g g g get me [Repeat: x3]
Got this is how you get Got,
At the gamblin' spot and your hand is mad hot,
Got this is how you get Got,
Out in Brooklyn late night flashing all of your rocks,
Got this is how you get Got,
Some girl from pink house said "I like you a lot"
Got, this is how you get Got
With ice on they limbs and big rims on they Ac
You goin' around town with your system bump
And your windows cracked low to profile and front
Now I like to have nice things just like you
But I'm from Brooklyn, certain shit you just don't do
Like, high postin' when you far from home
Or like, high postin' when you all alone
Now, this would seem to be clear common sense
But, cats be livin' off, sheer confidence
Like "Fuck that, picture them tellin' me run that"
But acting invincible, just ain't sensible
It's nineteen ninety-now, and there's certain individuals
Swear they rollin' hard and get robbed on principle
5 star general, flashin' on your revenue
You takin' a ride on the Downstate medical, Like
Colorful sparks, yellow and blue
A fool on attack and it's happening to you
Wit' nothing you can do but bust back and cop a plea
But five of them and one of you, that equals Got to me
Some jokers got a rough time keepin' it concealed
I wonder what it mean, it's probably self-esteem
They fiending to be seen, get hymned like Aberdeen
Cats think it can't happen until the gats start clappin'
They comin' down the wire spittin' fire like a dragon
'Cause while the goods glisten, certain eyes take position
To observe your trick, and then catch that ass slippin'
Like, come on now ock, what you expect?
Got a month's paycheck danglin' off your neck
And while you Cristal sippin', they rubbin' up they mittens
With heat in mint condition to start the getti-gettin'
They clique starts creepin' like Sandinistin guerrillas
You screamin' playa haters, these niggas is playa killers
Mr. Fash-ion, that style never last long
The harder you flash, the harder you get flashed on
There's hunger in the street that is hard to defeat
Many steal for sport, but more steal to eat
Cat's heavy at the weigh-in, and he's playin' for keeps
Don't sleep, they'll roll up in your passengers seat
There is universal law, whether rich or poor
Some say life's a game, to more, life is war
So put them egos to the side and get off them head-trips
'Fore some cats pull out them heaters and make you head-less
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i cant belive nobody has looked at this yet! what the heck! i saw him do this song live with black jack johnson, bangin. this song puts alot into perspective on the state of hip hop today. "Got a month's paycheck danglin' off your neck" werd.
I don't know why anyone hasn't commented on Mos' lyrics yet... this man is the best mc in hip hop right now.
It's because songmeanings isn't popular or known among Mos Def fans.
It's because songmeanings isn't popular or known among Mos Def fans.
Don't get mad/Don't get mad/Don't g-g-g-g-g-get mad - this white boy loves Mos.
Reckon that he's calling out the flash gits and making commentary on social inequality which can lead to someone becoming "got". The last verse is clever as hell.
This is what I like about Mos Def: He can't help but show his human practical side. Here he's telling people, "Don't be naieve, the World is big bad place full of desperate and dangerous people, it will take you down permanently if you're flashing expensive stuff around. You think you're big, but there is always someone bigger."
But the track on the album before this one, he's saying something close to "Come get me! I'll take you all!", perhaps out of frustration at the way things are. He might be scared, but he's not going down without a fight. It's human, it's honest, it's courageous, it's true, it's real.
On another level, I think he's grappling with his own ambitions: which way to go with his talent and music... either into the Ganster Rap bling'n'bang World, or somewhere else, and he's torn, because he knows he could do either really well and his ego is battling with his good sense looking for reconciliation. A common human problem, told honestly.