Kaotic Klique

Kaotic Klique

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Rap - Hip Hop | Austin, Texas, United States
Total Song Plays: 1,104   
Member Since: 2006
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Song Description

Tell it like it is or get up out tha door. Quit tellin and sellin lies

Lyrics

CHORUS (KAOZ):
Either tell it like you live or get up out the door
Why talk about livin rich when you really livin broke
Why talk about pullin jacks when all you jacked is what you wrote
Why talk about being G when G ain't nuthin that you know

Either tell it like you live or get up out the door
Why talk about makin moves when you need someone else to roll
Why talk about being pimp when you know you ain't got no hoes
Why don't you tell it like you live why don't you tell it like you know

VERSE 1 (KAOZ):
My gas tank half full bank account half empty
10 - 15 miles a gallon my ride is that heavy
My house is 5 bedrooms but I live in a trailer park
Got a movie room, a studio, bought wood and glass and made a bar
Ghetto fabuli you could say I am
I got a thousand dollar budget for a million dollar plan
I take trips to the coast when I damn well please
50 dollar motels sittin right on the beach
That's where you'll catch me in the summertime down in the valley
Got my tooth pulled in Mexico 300 less than where I stay
Called up my dad on a pill run down in Progresso
Give him a hug before I bail back and it's so hard to let go
Before he lost his house in Austin we used to kick it all the time
Now he's livin by the coast on the border paradise
If you ask me so in a way I know it's for the better
Cuz stress in Austin the only thing that don't change like the weather
Head North again I feel my nerves starting to tense up pressure
I grab the fuckin pad and the pecil
And write what I'm feelin how I'm feelin again
Right from the heart so from the start don't confuse me with them

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VERSE 2 (KAOZ):
It's been a long night I just might pop a Soma and go to sleep
Or take the Buick and park it off in the dark it's time to spark some green
I bump old school jams so when I ride I see hips break
Think of me the man with the map to where the ship sank
And I don't want nobody to see it
Undeservin to those who speak it but won't be it
Stagger out of the bar with my drunk face on
Light up the sweet turn up the beat sippin Paul Masson
Start up the car slip out of park and you can call me Knight Rider
Lord just let me make it home tonight I might try to
Be a little more careful with the way I do
I'm seeing so called friends in double when they face ride thru
You're cut off....in a way it seems I'm cut off from the world
Surviving with two kids in a house with my baby girl
It's gotta make their lip curl cuz I shine so bright
These so called riders couldn't survive a fuckin day in my life
I got the wheel don't worry I'll drop you off at your house
Maybe when you sober up a little you'll realize what your talking about
And make a move for the better instead of moving for cheddar
Become a fad for a minute and then they'll all forget ya
But when your lyrics are gimmick man you really can't be surprised
Save the campfire stories unless the stories from your life

CHORUS

Song Length
3:30
Genres
Rap - Hip Hop, Rap - Progressive
Tempo / Feel
Medium Fast (131 - 150)
Lead Vocal
Male Vocal
Moods
Beside Yourself, Restless

Subject Matter
Philosophy, Life

Similar Artist
Outkast
Language
English
Era
2000 and later

Lyric Credits Kaoz
Music Credits Kaoz
Producer Credits Kaoz
Publisher Credits Spliff and Kaoz
Performance Credits Kaoz
Label Credits Kaotic Records