Godd Complexx Lyrics

Godd Complexx lyrics

Pudim



Are you ready? 

Uptown, on the corner, uptown

Uptown on the corner, uptown

I turn around and hear the sound of
voices talkin bout who's goin to die next

Cause the white man's got a God
complex

Tellin niggas screamin for help (help me, help me, help me, help
me)

Nigga go make your own help

Shit you need it

I turn
around and hear the sound of jukeboxes playin in bars

Pimps parked
outside in big pretty flavor flav cars

Cleaner than a broke dick dog

Sittin in a big fine frog

Dressed very fine and fly in their calvin
kani

No matter how you flex

Yo jim

They'll die next

Cause the white man's got a God complex

Uptown on the corner, uptown
(x 4)

Hey brother what you sport my man

I got just the thing for
you

Only cause you're 10 and 2

What ya gonna do baby

I got
black ones

Brown ones

Red ones

Yellow ones

I even got a
white one

If you want to buy some

Yeah

That's right

2 5
8 play it straight

Got it all worked out

I know what I'm talkin
bout

Yo I been readin my dream books

So I ain't no way the kid is
gonna get took

Nigga what you mean

I didn't hit

Nigga

You full of shit

Nigga

Lick the ice (uh)

Now 7

Come
on be nice and hit 11

Well what do you know

It's lil joe

Ey
my man

Got twenty dollars eh lil joe don't blow

Ah baby needs a new
pair of shoes

Ah pappas got the funky blues

Ah mamma plays the
crosswords in the news

Sorry nigga you lose

The line forms to the
rear lady muther fuck your welfare check

Cause the white man's got a God
complex

Uptown on the corner (x 4)

Mr. stein elevating a friend

But is proud to be mine

But you just want to cheat me cause I ain't
your kind

Damn

I'm so poor

I don't know what the hell i'ma do
anymore

Not from this day to the next

Cause the white man's got a
God complex

(vamp out)