Bicken Back Being Bool lyrics

by

Drake


[Intro]
It's that motherf*ckin' gangsta sh*t, n*gga!

[Hook]
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back, bicken back
Bicken back, bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back, bicken back
Bicken back, bicken back being bool

[Verse 1]
Pull up on the block, like, "What!"
f*ck the police, n*ggas better call the SWAT
I ain't never played with the pot
I was in your house tryin' to find a spot to extend my knots
I went to jail for a flock, came home with a strike
You went to jail as a b*tch, came home as a dyke
n*gga, yikes! I don't play that sh*t
Wifey like SEGA; I don't play that b*tch
I’m a real Bompton n*gga with a motherf*ckin' attitude
Walk up in the spot, you would think that a n*gga mad at you
I was on the block chillin'; homies, what's the mission?
Came back in a quickness, hoping there wasn't no witness
And they came back shootin'
My homies went back shootin'
Ain’t nobody hittin' nothing, man, this sh*t getting stupid
And my homies with the news, so they grabbed that tool
This all started from a day of n*ggas bicken back being bool
[Hook]
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back, bicken back
Bicken back, bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back, bicken back
Bicken back, bicken back being bool

[Verse 2]
Verse two, the sun come down
You know when the sun come down them guns come out
Click clack, bow, bow bow bow bow bow
I used to rob n*ggas
That's probably why they try to rob my style
And karma is a motherf*ckin' biatch
You got your homie in jail, you sniatch
All in the court telling the judge who it is
Like a b*tch when you get to the pen, n*ggas on your wig
n*ggas be lurkin', b*tches be slurpin'
n*ggas got caught up on them Nextels chirpin'
Did some months in the county, I ain't have no patience
My b*tch wouldn't come see me, I was in there masturbatin'
Smoking on a bigarette, eating a bowl of bereal
n*ggas on the block selling O's like Cheerios
[Interlude]
Aye, n*gga, n*gga, n*gga
I got a whole zone right now
Like, right now, right now
Like, what you tryin' to do right now?

[Hook]
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back, bicken back
Bicken back, bicken back being bool
I'm just bicken back, bicken back
Bicken back, bicken back being bool

[Interlude]
Meanwhile at a home invasion near you
These n*ggas was robbing your sh*t

[Skit]
“Man all the lights off around this mother f*cking too. Lights finna be green right now on everything. I ain't got no gloves, i left them mother f*ckers in the car.”

“Man you better tear off your sock and use your sock n*gga”

“Man I’m trying to be in and out of this mother f*cker like real fast this look funny out here”
“Man, f*ck it we in that b*tch. (Door opening sound) Come on Cuz you too loud. You get a n*ggas to crack. Man we in this b*tch.”
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