[Intro]
Aight...
I'm really tired of all the stereotypical nonsense in the Hip-Hop industry
Brothers tend to think that if you don't wear the latest gear and have gold teeth
And if you don't give people mad attitude you're not representing Hip-Hop - That's garbage
If you are not from the ghetto you're not Hip-Hop - That's garbage
If you don't have a phat ride - That's garbage
I'm representing Northern NJ baby, the suburbs
I get just as splendid ???
It's not where you at but if you have skills
Check it
[verse 1]
I like to bug out and get ill a little bit
And I don't walk around thinking that I'm the shit
I just flow, man - you know, rippin up tracks and ciphers
Since I was in the crib with diapers
The brother with the extra eyes got vision
On how to rock the microphone with precision
My Nickel-Plated peeps get off like Foxxxy
My lines connect like guys at the Roxy
Guns and violence, that ain't my thing
I can't swing with that, yo - that ain't me
See, I'm livin in New Jersey, the suburb region
Stress-free, about six miles from the city
Stahp - I'm still hard-core hiphop
Without a Gat - and a lot of A&Rs can't see that
Thinkin that a brother is cool with
Because I don't look like a crook and leave one shook
You can't sleep
[hook] 4x
You can drool but you can't sleep
There's plenty of action 'n herbs out here in the suburbs
[verse 2]
My tracks are leavin imprints embedded in your head like a memory
So you remember me constantly
Bangin like a gang through ya speakers everyday
Set trippin to fullest like them kids in LA
I like the past time like Jason King
Doing this right here everyday, all year
I'm representing ??? like a Senator
But this ain't D.C. Washington and I don't wear a suit
A pair of boots, some jeans and a hoodie
That's all I need - oh yeah, the bong ??? weed too
To get open and ready like a catcher's man
So be a asshole and drop shit
Come on, really - silly thinking rabid with the bad habit of frontin
Thinkin that the suburbs is all herbs
You need to kill it like a cockroach son
For real, or you be layin on your back, get done
From ??? raw to Uptown, and around the Metro spot
I kick a flow that's hot
For brothers wanna nap on the Jersey rap, that's cleaned up
Wake up son, you can't sleep
[hook] 4x
You can drool but you can't sleep
There's plenty of action 'n herbs out here in the suburbs
[verse 3]
I'm in the God's Aid but I relate the ghetto style well
My rhymes are hell, and cause grief
Let me be brief, I bring the pain with the method
Man, I got your pressure points dead on lock
For the mic block
Cause my mind spray like Jeru - All Ova You
Makin you scared power you
Your bitch-ass - switchin - yo' - ass - type cream puff
Rough - conversation - but - 'nuff - hesitation - punk
You grew, pulled a Hip-Hop formulation
Played every hour on the radio station
You're butter?! - please, you're just barely margarine
You're tryna be Cock D but barely hardening
You can get the finger from my knuckle to my nail
Cause I deliver like shit like Bibles in the mail
People try to catch mad rest on my nest
Don't ask me why I'm muthafuckin stressed
Yo, you can't sleep
[hook] 4x
You can drool but you can't sleep
There's plenty of action 'n herbs out here in the suburbs
