Oh No

[Skit: Von Pea]
Yo, Don
When you get a chance you gotta send me this part for your a capella because I just have the rough mix
Either that or, you know me, I'll just leave it like this, I don't even care
Matter of fact, let's leave it like this, yeah

[Chorus: Donwill]
Driving down the street and you see the police red and blue up in your rear view
Your girl found a rubber in the trash can after coming home from work to see you
Really can't quit your job cuz you know you need it but the check ain't cuttin' it
You get a letter from the Maury show about a girl who said she pregnant and she got your kid

[Verse 1: Donwill]
Blue lights flashing
On that Rodney King action
Liquor on your breath with a half-empty flask (DAMN!)
It was all good just fifteen ago
When you were tipping strippers at the party
Sipping having toasts
But was it really all good?
Man, really, think about it
You're broke, dog
You really couldn't afford that new outfit
Coulda did without it
But the quest to stay fresh
Got you bumming gas money
And your Sprints on disconnect
So you missed that call about an interview for a new job
And that broad that wants to make up for giving you blue balls
Should've hollered at her girl, though
She was fucking and she strips for a living
So you could've juiced on something
The snowball effect
Where everything accumulates
And the most obscure shit just adds up to ill fate
But chill, wait
You gotta pass that sobriety test
And you left your driver's license back at home on your desk
Damn

[Chorus: Von Pea]
You walked in to the porno spot
And saw your moms and your pops there
You on a first date with some chick
That got mad underarm hair (and no deodorant on)
You on your way to Fat Beats (with the accompanying DVD)
And it's rappers at the door selling CDs
You wanna lump Von Pea
With all the other fake Jay-Zs

[Verse 2: Von Pea]
I got a Brooklyn accent and I'm conversational (ho!)
It doesn't mean Jay-Z was inspirational (young!)
To my style, my flow
I've been doing this since
'91, 10 years prior to any Blueprint
Maybe not Chris'
I'm razor sharp, slitting
Any form of competition
Using only what they're missing: talent
Putting me on a list of fake Jays
Is like saying Ray J sounds like Jay Kay
Another Rakim or EPMD
When you see Pea MC
It's me being me
Not inspired by another man's style, I swear
I get wild but there's
Always a need to compare
Rappers always wanna diss me when I throw on a track
They say I sound like Hov and my music is wack
Drop the album Moonlighting and you thought we were fools?
Ten years later it'll still sound brand new
So watcha sayin'

[Chorus: Ilyas]
When you turn on the TV and Bush is back in office
Your girlfriend's period is two months late and now she's feeling nauseous
On a freak move with a chick and her man is hiding in the closet
When your back's against the wall, you're strapped for cash and you feel like you lost it

[Verse 3: Ilyas]
Step-daddy coming down the steps and he hates me
And my girl said she wanna have another baby
Faith's tryin' to rape me
Please lord, take me
Ain't been right lately
Job fuckin' up my check
Fuck ya'll, pay me!
Before a get a three-eighty and pull the trigger back
Here's my suicide note, you can hear it in the track
Why should I vote if you're gonna bring that bitch back?
Can I hit that?
I'm stressed just a little bit
Please forgive me if I sound inconsiderate
Read between the lines but you're probably illiterate
Take a guess
Bullet in the brain versus smoke in the chest
And liquor to the liver
Drunk when I wrote this
All my inhibitions gone, have you noticed?
Words written sloppy, losing focus
Hey white folks! Is that a little hocus pocus?
Never done 'caine but I'll take it in the vein
I'm broke ladies. I charge twenty for a train
Prostitute in gigolo cowboy boots
Women? Gimme the loot! Gimme the loot!