Dontgetit
By Young Money
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[Hook]
Baby, you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel?
When everything goes wrong you see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
[Verse 1]
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
But you don't understand me
So let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flame
The snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow
My dreads swang
He had hair like wool
Like Wayne
Dropping ashes in the Bible
I shake 'em out
And they fall on the rifle
Scary
Hail Mary
No tale-fairy
All real, very
Extraordinary
Perry Mason facin' the barrel if he tattle
My God is my judge; no gown, no gavel
A hound, a rebel
Down to battle
Now or never
Or whenever
And the F for
"f*cking fantastic"
f*ck if you agree
I'm bright
But I don't give a f*ck if you see me
[Hook]
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
[Verse 2]
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
So for those who understand, meet Dwayne
For eight and a half months I gave Miss Cita pain
Now it's Young Money baby, keep the change
My momma say "f*ck em!", and we the same
So hello motherf*cker, you got some sheets to change
And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday
You know, church fit, then outfit
Bright pink and green chest look house-lit
Bright pinky rings, but that ain't about this
What you 'bout, b*tch?
Excuse my French emotion and my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
What are you askin'?
If I don't have the answer
It's probably on the web, like I'm a damn tarantula
But I know you don't understand
Cause you thought Little Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Wayne
[Hook]
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
[Outro]
I was watchin' TV the other day, right?
Got this white guy on there talking 'bout black guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see, one in every one hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine Black Americans are locked up
And see what the White guy was trying to stress was that
The money that we spend on sending a motherf*cker to jail
A young motherf*cker to jail
Would be less to send his or her young ass to college
See, and another thing the white guy was stressing was that
Our jails are populated with drug dealers
You know, crack cocaine? Yeah, stuff like that
Meaning, due to the laws we have on crack cocaine
And regular cocaine
The police are... only
I don't want to say only right, but sh*t
Only logic, by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in the hood
And um, you know, the other thing is mostly found –
You know where I'm going
But why bring a motherf*cka to jail
If it's not gonna stand up in court
Because this drug ain't that drug
You know; level three, level four drug, sh*t like that
Mhmm... I guess it's all a misunderstanding
And um, I sit back and think, well sh*t, us young motherf*ckers
You know, that one in every nine
We probably only selling the crack cocaine
Just because we in the hood
And it's not like your suburbs
We don't have the things that you have
Why? I really don't want to know the answer
But, I guess we just misunderstood huh? Yeah
You know we don't have room in the jail now
For the real motherf*ckers, the real criminals, you know
Sex offenders, rapists, serial killers, sh*t like that
Oh, don't get scared, don't get scared
I know you saw one of them sex offender papers
Don't trip, he live right on the end of your block, mmmhmm
Yeah, that n*gga live right down the street from you
Sex offender, on the level 3 drug
Convicted, ex-con, yeah, check him out
And what you got, you got daughters, son, what you got
Yeah, well you know what? (coughing)
Don't stop the track, that's the good weed
You know what, I have a f*cking daughter
You understand me?
And, why the f*ck would you bring my neighbor to jail
Just because the reason why he live next door to me
Ain't the reason why I live next door to him
Meanin', he didn't rap his way to my f*ckin' neighborhood
He sold crack cocaine to get to my neighborhood
You move him out, bring him to jail for life
And then you move in a sex offender, hahahah
They giving me a paper, hahah
Is that a misunderstanding, cause I don't understand it
Another thing, let me take my glasses off
Cause I want to see the reaction on the faces when I say this
Uhh, Mr. Al Sharpton; here's why I don't respect you
And nobody like you, hmm-hmm, see
You're the type that gets off, on gettin' on other people, hahah
That's not good, no homo
And rather unhuman I should say
I mean, given the fact that humanity
Well, good humanity, rather
To me, is helping one another, no matter your color or race
But this guy, and people like him
They'd rather speculate before they informate
If that's a word, heh heh
You know, 'spect before check, anyway
Meanin', I much rather you talk to me first and see if you
Can learn an opinion before you make one
Just my thought of good humanity, Mr. Sharpton (heh heh)
Hold on, I ain't finished wit' you man
Gotta pluck the ashes, mhmm, hold on, um
Mr. Sharpton, and anyone like you, you don't know me
So, if you're not gonna try to
Then what you say or think about me, or whatever I do
Is totally Casper the Friendly Ghost to me
And, it doesn't make you a good person
To criticize before you improvise
Doesn't necessarily make you a bad person neither
But the characteristics fall heavily into bad sway (Hahah)
But, since I am human, I am good and bad as well
But I try my hardest to stay good
And some of the things I do and say may be bad
Or just, not too good
But I do try
So with that said, I don't fault you
I mean, you're only human
Good or bad, but I also don't respect you
And I don't care if that's good or bad, heh heh
You see, you are no MLK, you are no Jesse Jackson
You're a nobody, to me
You're just another Don King with a perm
Just a little more political
And that just means you're a little unhuman than us humans
And now, let me be human by saying f*ck Al Sharpton
And anyone like him
f*ck if you understand me
I love being misunderstood
Heheh, why?
Cause I live in the suburbs, but I come from the hood
Bring the hook in
[Hook]
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Baby, you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don't you know no one alive can always be an angel?
When everything goes wrong you see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
[Verse 1]
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
But you don't understand me
So let me explain
Stood in the heat, the flame
The snow
Please slow down hurricane
The wind blow
My dreads swang
He had hair like wool
Like Wayne
Dropping ashes in the Bible
I shake 'em out
And they fall on the rifle
Scary
Hail Mary
No tale-fairy
All real, very
Extraordinary
Perry Mason facin' the barrel if he tattle
My God is my judge; no gown, no gavel
A hound, a rebel
Down to battle
Now or never
Or whenever
And the F for
"f*cking fantastic"
f*ck if you agree
I'm bright
But I don't give a f*ck if you see me
[Hook]
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
[Verse 2]
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
So for those who understand, meet Dwayne
For eight and a half months I gave Miss Cita pain
Now it's Young Money baby, keep the change
My momma say "f*ck em!", and we the same
So hello motherf*cker, you got some sheets to change
And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday
You know, church fit, then outfit
Bright pink and green chest look house-lit
Bright pinky rings, but that ain't about this
What you 'bout, b*tch?
Excuse my French emotion and my passion
But I wear my heart on my sleeve like it's the new fashion
What are you askin'?
If I don't have the answer
It's probably on the web, like I'm a damn tarantula
But I know you don't understand
Cause you thought Little Wayne was Weezy
But Weezy is Wayne
[Hook]
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
[Outro]
I was watchin' TV the other day, right?
Got this white guy on there talking 'bout black guys
Talking about how young black guys are targeted
Targeted by who? America
You see, one in every one hundred Americans are locked up
One in every nine Black Americans are locked up
And see what the White guy was trying to stress was that
The money that we spend on sending a motherf*cker to jail
A young motherf*cker to jail
Would be less to send his or her young ass to college
See, and another thing the white guy was stressing was that
Our jails are populated with drug dealers
You know, crack cocaine? Yeah, stuff like that
Meaning, due to the laws we have on crack cocaine
And regular cocaine
The police are... only
I don't want to say only right, but sh*t
Only logic, by riding around in the hood all day
And not in the suburbs
Because crack cocaine is mostly found in the hood
And um, you know, the other thing is mostly found –
You know where I'm going
But why bring a motherf*cka to jail
If it's not gonna stand up in court
Because this drug ain't that drug
You know; level three, level four drug, sh*t like that
Mhmm... I guess it's all a misunderstanding
And um, I sit back and think, well sh*t, us young motherf*ckers
You know, that one in every nine
We probably only selling the crack cocaine
Just because we in the hood
And it's not like your suburbs
We don't have the things that you have
Why? I really don't want to know the answer
But, I guess we just misunderstood huh? Yeah
You know we don't have room in the jail now
For the real motherf*ckers, the real criminals, you know
Sex offenders, rapists, serial killers, sh*t like that
Oh, don't get scared, don't get scared
I know you saw one of them sex offender papers
Don't trip, he live right on the end of your block, mmmhmm
Yeah, that n*gga live right down the street from you
Sex offender, on the level 3 drug
Convicted, ex-con, yeah, check him out
And what you got, you got daughters, son, what you got
Yeah, well you know what? (coughing)
Don't stop the track, that's the good weed
You know what, I have a f*cking daughter
You understand me?
And, why the f*ck would you bring my neighbor to jail
Just because the reason why he live next door to me
Ain't the reason why I live next door to him
Meanin', he didn't rap his way to my f*ckin' neighborhood
He sold crack cocaine to get to my neighborhood
You move him out, bring him to jail for life
And then you move in a sex offender, hahahah
They giving me a paper, hahah
Is that a misunderstanding, cause I don't understand it
Another thing, let me take my glasses off
Cause I want to see the reaction on the faces when I say this
Uhh, Mr. Al Sharpton; here's why I don't respect you
And nobody like you, hmm-hmm, see
You're the type that gets off, on gettin' on other people, hahah
That's not good, no homo
And rather unhuman I should say
I mean, given the fact that humanity
Well, good humanity, rather
To me, is helping one another, no matter your color or race
But this guy, and people like him
They'd rather speculate before they informate
If that's a word, heh heh
You know, 'spect before check, anyway
Meanin', I much rather you talk to me first and see if you
Can learn an opinion before you make one
Just my thought of good humanity, Mr. Sharpton (heh heh)
Hold on, I ain't finished wit' you man
Gotta pluck the ashes, mhmm, hold on, um
Mr. Sharpton, and anyone like you, you don't know me
So, if you're not gonna try to
Then what you say or think about me, or whatever I do
Is totally Casper the Friendly Ghost to me
And, it doesn't make you a good person
To criticize before you improvise
Doesn't necessarily make you a bad person neither
But the characteristics fall heavily into bad sway (Hahah)
But, since I am human, I am good and bad as well
But I try my hardest to stay good
And some of the things I do and say may be bad
Or just, not too good
But I do try
So with that said, I don't fault you
I mean, you're only human
Good or bad, but I also don't respect you
And I don't care if that's good or bad, heh heh
You see, you are no MLK, you are no Jesse Jackson
You're a nobody, to me
You're just another Don King with a perm
Just a little more political
And that just means you're a little unhuman than us humans
And now, let me be human by saying f*ck Al Sharpton
And anyone like him
f*ck if you understand me
I love being misunderstood
Heheh, why?
Cause I live in the suburbs, but I come from the hood
Bring the hook in
[Hook]
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
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