Psycho Lyrics
Uh, Yeah
Uh, Yeah
Uh, It Was All At The Park, Yeah
Cologne And Liquor Was His Odor (Uh, Yeah)
The Fragrance Of A Riding Soldier (Uh)
Odb Was His Persona
(I’ve Seen A Lot Of Bullshit Go Down At The Park)
Oh, You Want The Power, Don’t You?
I Got An Uncle And His Name Psycho
He Had A Dance And They Scream “Go, Psycho”
He Would Dance, Work Out And
Fight Your A*s At The Park
(For The Bills, For The Hundred Dollar Bills)
And He Got Two Sisters Preggo
He Fu*ked The Other One To Get One Jealo’
And He Took Both Kids To The Ghetto-A*s Park
(On The Hill, Shit’ll Get Really Real)
He Used To Have The Braids With The Cuts In His Body
Most Thugged Out, Kept The Hammer With His Mami
Grandma Had The Arthritis Pain In Her Body
Kept The Burner In The Mattress, So Her Son Don’t Catch A Body (Come On)
Danced And He Danced, Smoked Crack With His Posse
Front Flipped Through A Building Window, Land In The Lobby
He Was Cut Like Bruce Lee, But He Didn’t Know Karate
He Came Home Bloody, Screaming, “Nobody Can Stop Me” (Come On)
“Nobody Can Stop Me, I’m The Baddest Survivor On This Planet
Fifty Niggas Better Kill Me, Nigga, ’cause I Will Do Damage” (Yeah)
“Checked Out Of The Psych Ward, I Am Nothing To Manage
My Life Cut Deep, Nigga, I’m Nothing To Bandage”
I Got An Uncle And His Name Psycho
He Had A Dance And They Scream “Go, Psycho”
He Would Dance, Work Out And
Fight Your A*s At The Park (For The Bills, For The Hundred Dollar Bills)
And He Got Two Sisters Preggo
He Fu*ked The Other One To Get One Jealo’
And He Took Both Kids To The Ghetto-A*s Park
(On The Hill, Shit’ll Get Really Real)
Where They Be Drinking Forty Ounces
With The Brown Paper Bags For The Ounces
No Matter What Day, You Found His A*s At The Park
Hungry Ham, Fu*k Around And Get Killed
When He Got Kicked Out Of His B!tch Crib
And He Had Nowhere To Li-zive
Always Find His A*s On The Benches Laying At The Park
After Dark
Don’t Get It Confused, Uncle Psych, I Love You To Death
Just Wanna Get A Couple Of Things Off Of My Chest
Growing Up, You Always Was Buck-wilding With Stress
And Though I’m Older Now, I Don’t Know How To Forget
I Used To Wear Your Timbs Around The House When You Left
And If You Had An Open Soda, I Would Finish The Rest
Pretend I’m Older, I Like The Liquor Odor You Left
Then Put Your Camouflage Vest On Like I’m Holding A Tec
Then Point It At The Mirror Like I’m Holding Your Rep
Through That Mirror Wasn’t Me, But It Was You I Reflect
Wanted To Be Like You, Jail Tat On The Chest
With The Rugged Cornrows And A Stab On My Neck
I’ll Rob Shit Like That, You Know?
’cause I’ll Rob Anybody, I, I Don’t Care
It Was A Nine To Five For Me, You Know
It Was Like A Hobby To Me, I Was The Gunman
I Was The Dancer, Entertainer, You Know What I Mean? I Did It All
Like I Said I Had A Death Wish, I’ll Rob Anybody
Ayy, Hold Up, Motherfu*ker, You See I’m Talking, Right?
