Mom & Pop **** (Feat. G Yamazawa, G Funk) - 죠니보이킹스턴/Junoflo (주노플로)/G Yamazawa/G Funk
Lyrics by:주노플로/G Yamazawa/G Funk
Composed by:죠니보이킹스턴
Arranged by:죠니보이킹스턴
This not no pop ****
This that mom and pop ****
Bringing out the mop ****
Old school big dreams
Singing to the mop ****
Raw fish bringing out them lobsters
Y'all know that I'm solid
With anyone that I rock with
Papa used to served up them $5 boxes
Back in 86 one of Benihana off shoots
We were crazy rich makin independent profits
Tell me how you get it poppin
If ain't nobody watching
How you keep it honest
If everybody promptin
Yeah we make them profits
But ain't nobody doctors
High field of censorship they ain't nobody coppin
High field be the place where everybody shopping
Phones running like a faucet we get deposits
Serving out houses in different portions
Japanese
Yo pass the plate G I'm tired of all this talking
I'm starving it's the side effect of being an artist
I'm part man part animal part mechanical
They can't compare with me
It's too wide of a margin
This that mom & pop ****
Kimchi out the pot ****
Quality I swear you can't even cop this
Cash in the bundle watch it cycle out the store
Pops had to feed the fam
Even when the business slow
See the plot thick
Make it work
It didn't matter what the cost is
And what's life without the darkness
Fight without a conflict
Brain without a conscience
Fiend without a pipe
I got the d**e that's what they call this
And my mama working two jobs to feed a child
Argentina from Korea went and flew the miles
Went thru the trials
I just want to see her smile
Till she proud see my name on headlines
And they screaming loud
I'm the top dawg
I ain't with these Tom & Jerry's
OG told me if I'm aiming
Better hold it steady
The bar wasn't high enough so I went and set it
**** confetti
I just want to go & stack the fetti
This not no pop ****
This that mom and pop ****
This not no pop ****
This that mom and pop ****
This not no pop ****
This that mom and pop ****
This not no pop ****
This that mom and pop ****
Look land of the killing fields
Where **** get real where just to get a mil
You gotta risk your life now tell me how that feel
You sleep at night not evening knowing it might be your last
And sounds of the gun fly by your head
As you runnin past
Them killin fields waking up you hear no birds singing
**** that's the sounds of the choppers ringing
That aid has came and you'd made it out
You fled the war now all aboard to the land
You that you don't know nothing about
But **** ** it we gon thug it out
We gotta kill to make a living
Someone close the busy kitchen
In land of the free
Everybody got opinions instead of fighting for your people
You now fight against the system
Gang banging my religion
Everybody wanna play me what
Cuz I don't speak the language
Can't feel what I be sayin
I'm just trying to feed my kids
But you *********** playin
Keep on running gangs look
Now we the ones with the choppers boy
We call the shots ain't no doctors boy
What's the price of the life you pay for
When you can't afford
Cuz I'm locked up in the system
As I wait to get deported
Uh welcome to the land of the killing fields
This not no pop ****
This that mom and pop ****
This not no pop ****
This that mom and pop ****
This not no pop ****
This that mom and pop ****
This not no pop ****
This that mom and pop ****