If Headz Only Knew Lyrics

If Headz Only Knew lyrics

[Heather B]



Ah, ahhh, huh..



Ain't no shorts gon' be taken, word up







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If headz only knew how I felt about the rap game



They'd know - I ain't goin out



If headz only knew how I felt about the rap game



They'd know - I ain't goin out







[Heather B]



"I'm Every Woman," like Whitney, and Chaka



I sparks the green lye, the choc' thai, that good ganja



I stay mad bent, twisted up like a pretzel



Rainin on hoes in weak shows like Tempest Bledsoe



My head so heavy, heavy-headed, heavy-handed



It be these wild niggaz that I roll and stand with



I be rhymin 'til dusk, bout trials and triumph



My grill be like what? Niggaz know, I don't give a fuck



I stay in touch with the streets, the corners



Employed by the people, start slackin, a goner



You wanna know why I keep it real, cause it's easy



Fuck the fancy shit, it's the simple things that please me



I sports fat gear, along with no name shit



As long as I got me some cash, I don't care who name on my hip



I'm doin shit for noventa-seis



That's nine-six in Spanish, why don't your wack ass vanish







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[Heather B]



Demolition done, competition none



Reputation unsung strong long ground what



I got verbals, got herbals, and antihistamines



I'm herbally and verbally distributin you listenin



It's more to it, than a Lex and duplex



Don't sell sex or 'mote sex sells, I got more respect



Dressed in jeans, Gortex and striped rugbies



with the strength of fifty-four niggaz, word, that love me



Hoes ain't ready for the shit I got



And when I finally rock they'll see I turned it up a notch



No more comin, but yo' crack is wide open



or try to be hardcore, claimin, you totin



I hope that you be hopin, when I'm rhymin, I'm jokin



My tech', is more complex than weed smokin



Senile, it's time that I get more agile



Style versatile, FUCK doin a minute, in the penile



Attitude hostile, intelligently hostile



Not just the rhymes but my frame of mind will drop you







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[Heather B]



To all the doubters, givin they opinion



My rhyme style winnin so I'll just keep spittin



Yeah, I'm just nasty like that and I don't give a fuck no more



Fuck that herb and his whore, cause yo



in my last game of freestylin I dropped fifty



They did me none, mad jump shots and add ones



And then the tech', for bringin bitches down by they neck



Yo stop it, now there's no need to get wrecked



You play wild, but my style was flagrant and it's foul



I'll have you wipin shit wit'cho white towel



I crashed yo' bust cause you don't think when you shoot



that made it way back downcourt and caught a ill alley-oop



OOH!Heather B, y'all ain't know I get up



Plus I make my lay-ups, so all you heffers shut the FUCK UP



A team player, strategy the full court press up



Fat jersey and a baggy short Guess



Yeah, I even spotted 'em ten and did damage



Let them pick the refs plus they had home court advantage



But even then, I'm not one to underestimate



So the whole forty-eight I banged out in the paint



And when it all, was put on the line



Tied score, second left in double overtime



These bitches went and fouled me, they must not know



that in the clutch, Heather B was gon' sink both free throws







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