- Song Name: Good to You
- Artist Name: Talib Kweli
- Album: Quality
- Songwriters: Al Green, Kanye Omari West, Talib Kweli
- Release Date: 2002.11.19
- Label: Rawkus Records
LYRICS FOR "Good to You"
Yeah
(Yeah)
Come on
Uhh
Yeah
Kweli
Yo
My hunger is like the crocodile that attacks the hunter
It ain't commercial or underground
(Wanna be good to you)
Call it skill
Like the Lord
Treat it like a drug
(Wanna be good to you)
We make the squares dance
Y'all niggas roll with pussy-cats like Josie
All spoiled rotten like ghetto groceries yo
I clutch the mic like ya grandma clutch her rosary yo
Swooping the industry
My stanzas got stamina
I heard them say I was a conscious rapper
But I'm a monster when I hafta smack the s*** out of a novice actor
Using my 'hands solo' and I don't need chewy
Over your head like Yamakas and Koofies yo
I write screen gems ya'll niggas act in B-movies
Type of niggas proud to be groupies
Followers in the herd running over the cliff
Buffalo soldier
Blowing the spliff
Like you holding blow in a stolen whip
Looking to hit cops
Black queen falling on my arms
Mater fact call it what you want
(Wanna be good to you)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Call it skill
Like the Lord
Treat it like a drug
(Wanna be good to you)
How many niggas ever been in love?
How many niggas really think they thugs
And can't think without the drink and drugs
How many niggas can't get in with hats and sneakers on?
Say
How many niggas think that gats make the weaker strong?
Can't do for self and wanna snatch the plate you eating on
That don't take heart
I'd rather jump over board nigga
We stay doing it
Hammers is cocked and waiting
We ain't got the patience You found popping s***
Come in to town just to run you down like poppa ditch
And dig a proper ditch
Your proposition meets opposition like contradictions
Get out my house
I make it happen
Niggas is sensitive
It's so hot
Barracuda
(Wanna be good to you)
Whoo
(Yeah)
Come on
Yeah
Low ride
Yo
Niggas be claiming s***
They name in it
You the hardest on the beat
You a artist from the street
So yeah I'm positive
Spit bullets to split ya vest and deposit them in ya chest
Dark is the flesh on my bones
Hang up on niggas like
Leave me alone like Michael Jackson
Or there will be more than butterflies in your stomach
waiting to see what happens
You see me out
So called gangstas need more security than the Rawkus office
Yo
You just a big joke
Yo
(Wanna be good to you)
Me and my niggas having big fun
Yo
My hunger is like the crocodile that attacks the hunter
It ain't commercial or underground
(Wanna be good to you)
Call it skill
Like the Lord
Treat it like a drug
(Wanna be good to you)
Come on
BK and
Q Boro and Manhattan and
Harlem niggas and long Island
Wanna be good to you you
(Wanna be good to you)
The whole world rocking
Yo the whole world rocking
Ayo uhh
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