Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Who in the F***’ by 8Ball. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 8Ball or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
A natural fact:
That I pimp tracks and freak around
The game got cracks in them pipes
It’s leakin’ town
My lines blow yo’ mind
Yo’ senses remain puzzled
Attacked by the weight of the bass
In yo’ chest
Eightball MJG MC Ren
Nevertheless
‘Cause we’s the most
My real ass lizards
Let’s make a toast
And sing aloud to bustas
And force ’em to get ghost
And coast to coast
We shows loves in Network,
While some try to impress people
And get hurt.
Deep thoughts cloud my conscience
As I curl,
Up in the corner on hand,
And then I hurl
Call my girl
Tell her I’m drunk
And can’t make it
I tried to drink the whole damn bar
And couldn’t take it
That’s aiight!
‘Cause come sunrise,
I’m still rollin’
My nuts the only title I’m claimin’
And still holdin’
Now who in the f*ck
Want to come and represent?
You bitch ass niggaz,
Y’all be too hesitant
I, take my black ass
Down to the south
Bitches want to f*ck me
While I’m in the Suave House
Nigga, who in the f*ck
Want to come and represent?
Oh, I know you suck that dick,
Acting too hesitant
We, MJG, Eightball, Villain,
Make that straight nigga shit,
That’s how these niggaz feelin’, Uh.
Guess wo popped up,
Straight up out the cuts
With lyrical buckshots
Spillin’ all a nigga guts
Touch whoever witness,
Strays when I displays,
A thousand different ways to get paid
With a phrase
Days go by,
I be hibernatin’ gettin’ high
Dreamin’ ’bout L.A.
Penetratin’ somethin’ fly
Down in H-Town,
Or somewhere in the Mound,
All eyes on me, baby,
’cause I get around
We be like, connected
Weak-ass niggaz get ejected
Ooze like slime,
Dig this hines when we wreck shit
Uncut, coast to coast,
Slangin’ audio dope
Manglin’ MCs, leavin’ ’em,
Danglin’ from ropes
Boast, tryin’ to be doper than most,
In my profession
Me and the villain, microphone killin’
No blood spillin’
Phat raps with much cheddar
In the tellers,
Eightball and MJG and MC Ren,
Foreva!
Now who in the f*ck
Want to come and represent?
You bitch ass niggaz,
Y’all be too hesitant
I, take my black ass
Down to the south
Bitches want to f*ck me
While I’m in the Suave House
Nigga, who in the f*ck
Want to come and represent?
Oh, I know you suck that dick,
Acting too hesitant
We, MJG, Eightball, Villain,
Make that straight nigga shit,
That’s how these niggaz feelin’, Uh.
F*ck that, bitches, the villain be
Out in Houston, Tex.,
To f*ck with them niggaz from Suave
Who want to flex.
Bitch niggaz got kidnapped,
With dicks in they mouth,
Fo’ fuckin’ Compton niggaz, and
Niggaz from down South,
Eightball, MJG, where you at,
Space agent?
Y’all prob’ly got all the bitches pagin’
Suckin’ ‘casian.
Writin’ left nuts,
Chapstick and lips,
While bitch-ass niggaz spendin’ chips,
Just to see the hips
South-West connection,
Bitches bow tha f*ck down
F*ck how them other niggaz sound
Villain be hated by niggaz because
They bitches pussies throb
Ready to slap that ho,
Every time a head bob, niggaz be killin’ me,
Got that nigga T-Mixx,
Pull the fuckin’ remix
If these words don’t hurt you,
Nigga, got them stones and sticks,
And some Compton-ass niggaz
To make you fade to black
With some crazy Houston niggaz
In the cut in the back
Now who in the f*ck
Want to come and represent?
You bitch ass niggaz,
Y’all be too hesitant
I, take my black ass
Down to the south
Bitches want to f*ck me
While I’m in the Suave House
Nigga, who in the f*ck
Want to come and represent?
Oh, I know you suck that dick,
Acting too hesitant
We, MJG, Eightball, Villain,
Make that straight nigga shit,
That’s how these niggaz feelin’, Uh.