theWHOevers - Over Ya Head

Mixed by Brian Kidd
https://soundcloud.com/mixengineerk1dd

Episode 3 of MARATHON

MARATHON: A newly formatted project similar to that of a television series, theWHOevers will be releasing audio episodes bi-weekly from www.theWHOevers.com. The MARATHON season will consist of 10 audio episodes.

LYRICS -

J. ARTHUR;
Why you talkin shit for 
Gotta whole lotta nerve 
Gotta whole lotta whole lotta
Shit to observe
What you in it for//
Not a damn thing poppin
When them things stay boppin//
On the track stay joggin' 
Dog I been this raw//

You wanna pop off the lip//
Wanna cop all them kicks//
Wanna rock but you can't 
Cuz you did it all 

On top of this shit
No option with this 
don't stop  just 
Twist them joints
And stir up my coffee//
They say some of us dont act proper//
They say some of us are straight sloppy
Well some of these bitches got nothing to offer// 

But some backseat love 
A backseat fuck ...shhhhhit
Running around the beat like track meet cuz
Tryna catch me up//
Wanna pass me up//
Wanna dumb it down givin me the run around//
Nah...
In tryna bond with youuu//
Tryna make you really feel comfortable 
Turn up on the Dilla dawg one won't do 
And when you step up in crib Take off them shoes//

Yup yup 
and young lady yeah you know better
A young gunna pulla muthafucka strings//
Top notch original put that shit on everyting
Everyting

Now 
bounce, drop, move, shake 
Bop, twerk, groove, break  2x


DOTKOM:
How could We hit em with the 1, 2/
How bout I hit em with the 3/4/
Charles Bark in the park while I Son/
Alll u caricatures/
Big headed but yall minature/
Lyrically u soundin immature/
I ain't high, I just live it up/
Visionary, 3'eye ,
I ain't tryna say hi/
I'm just tryna get by/
Cus u run in place/
Wanna be the one in race/
Stupid you ain't tie ur shoes/
U ain't gettin what I'm givin then u out 3 strikes/
In a minute blow the whistle/
Game over boy, my game over board/
Still I try to keep it underdog,
Woof woof,
Deuce deuce then I'm gone poof poof/
I'm C L Smooth
My initials if u didn't have a clue
wake yo ass up, like a roosta/
U got a minute I got infinite
U On the run like an immigrant/
U have fun but I'd rather get some Benjamin's/
It's after one still runnin round gettin it/
Bow down to the bun rockin elephant/
The medicine is kickin in, I'm kickin in the door/
While the telephone is ringin plus I'm screamin down the hall/
If u  listening then bring yo lame ass too the floor/

Don't blink I might just do it/


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