H-Blockx - Fuck The Facts

Fuck The Facts

Get up funky... huh, let me here ya talk, talk about bitch
Me Ima victimof a young girls suck
Feeling the emotions through my body ass butt
Everytime I see her in that god damned dress
Fell the stomach, busy stomach, thats what I have to confess
Ah, thats me ya what you see ya
Telling bout my stomach and my feels ya
Ah thats me ya, watcha see ya
Telling bout, telling bout me ya
This is a thing that everybody knows about
Every boy and bitch so myself I mustnt worry about
Easy to find, huh, hard to lose
So me myself and I, we got no chance to choose
I can not tell ya what I feel ya
This is a motherfucking problem that I hate ya
I can not tell ya what I feel ya
I hate it but I take it but I try to surpress ya
Chorus:
Fuck, said fuck, fuck, said fuck the facts
Fuck, said fuck, fuck, said fuck the facts
In addition to the point I was talking about
You must remember my name and all my habits and my attitude
So listen to the things that I have got to tell
My name is G on the B.A.S.S. B.G
Hit the bass in the face seven days of the week ya
Hanging round my posse thats what everybody needs ya
Me and my band, thats what I stay for - stay for
Me and my band, thats what I pray for - pray for
Music has a use for my personality
Cause if Id loose it I wouldnt stand it if you know what mean
My heart is hundred percent music thats what I feel ya - feel ya
I feel the drummers kick in my B.O.D.Y. so
I try to combine my fucking emos to the bitch hit
Try to fight it with my music as hatred
I try to combine my fucking emos to the bitch hit
Try to combine it with my music as hatred
Chorus
What about my girl, man?
What about my music, man?
Ina bona lita
I can not stand that shit...