Del The Funky Homosapien — Pet Peeves / FWA Fair Weather Associates

[Pet Peeves, Part One: FWA (Fair Weather Associates)] [Intro] Fair weather associates You better, watch how close they get It's the, fare weather associates You better, watch how close they get It's the, fare weather associates You better, watch how close they get It's the, fare weather associates You better, watch how close they get [Del] We all know FWA's, how they lay Cause they figure if you're bumpin the pays In the long run, and it's all fun in their eyes They must be on one how, they prepare lies Get up close make you think, you the host of the ceremonies Why you ain't peepin like a doggy mark his territory They're never there for me when I need a little boost Because of who you are, they can get a little juice Then they like to seemingly leans up on your shoulders Otherwise he's steppin on toes gettin over Flappin his molars talkin 'bout he owe you And every time he smoke, he don't show you no love And be the first fool with his lips on the blunt If he persists to front I'mma commenced to dump Be careful when you make a little something that's yours Cause a lot of these predators want yours to be theirs Or at least own a share just by bein there I be on some hermit skit, and fools think I'm square now There's an interesting way to look at it I look at them as bein fake, the way they took advantage Speaking on the crooks of the planet, who claim they got game Yeah you the game and they the hunter; just one more [Intro] Fare weather associates You better, watch how close they get It's the, fare weather associates You better, watch how close they get [Pet Peeves, Part Two: "Shit Talkers"] Hey whassup man, this is D-E-L once again I'm here to tell you a little story about this motherfucker Who keep runnin his big ass mouth You don't know me, motherfucker Shut your ass up, 'fore I slap the lips off your motherfuckin face Man, you got a big ass mouth! You know what? [Del] Fools is hella talkative, saying how I walk and live Always trying to start the kid, wishin' that we all can give A small interview, just a subterfuge Wanna hook up with you so they can say 'whatchu do' Get your own life, live your own legacy Why you wanna spread my rees, talkin' 'bout my girl's pregnancy Professor, I guess you never learned your lesson When you saw me out drinkin at the bar You said I was sexin this other ho Chuck D, what a brother know About my beeswax, runnin' off with your feedback Who I smoked weed with? Who I smoked crack with? (false) How I sexed every girl you know without no prophylactic Fool, I'll be in the house and that's it On the rap tip or studyin', unlike you You quite new, no game I understand you a youngster, wanna be hustler Undercover buster Can't believe I trusted ya - but that goes to show How fools fold getting jelly off the dough, yo! [Del's imitation] "Del's rich, Del's bitch got zeros, cause Del's a hero Del's a weirdo, because he do heroin" [Del] Ain't got no idea where Terence been I should take it to pugilism so I can fuse your vision with some realness Instead of these fake phony stories you be glorifyin' Don't you know that many more are dyin'? From the fatal disease, called runnin' them choppers In front of females, or in front of the coppers You only do this shit cause you be wantin' your propers Somebody's gonna get steamed and run up and pop ya You exercise your choppers really, choo choo choo You exercise your choppers off some brand new news Your molars bite, your canines tear, whether it's false or true You exercise your choppers like some gossipin' fool You know what? You get your little notices from bumpin' your gums When you should be concentratin' on lumpin' your sums Got to show your little ass when company comes Cause we from the crew that you wanna be from You get your little notices from bumpin' your gums When you should be concentratin' on lumpin' your sums Got to show your little ass when company comes Cause we from the crew that you wanna be from Byotch! [Pet Peeves, Part Three: "Followers"] [Chorus] Followers, dick swallowers No power over themselves, blindest Don't take it as a diss, take it as an act of kindness We wanna be in front while you fools is behind us Are you gonna live your whole life with blindness on your eyelids? Pretty boys fakin' like they grinders [Del] First off, you a buster so mind us On the street with your crack thinkin' you a timer Co-signin', findin' it ain't workin' Fiends is perkin', I seen you on Perkins Fools chirpin' around the block with Glocks And you, really ain't ready for the plot they got It's unbelievable the way the leave your skull on the pavement Snatch up your scrilla as soon as you made it You could be layin' dead, instead you play dead So they would quit whoopin' your ass; you get, put in the past Trynna keep up with the Joneses like the mass N.C. baby, means you got no class [Poser] "Aw what nigga? Man, I be on the flat lands all the time, nigga! I-I ain't even trippin'!" [Del] "Man, you from the hills though man, what you doin behind here, man?" [Poser] "A-Aw nigga, you don't know, nigga! Nigga, I'm following niggas." [Del] "You trippin' man." [Poser] "Man I be grindin' and chillin'- Nigga, I was rolling dice the other day nigga!" [Del] "You need to take your ass to school." [Poser] "Aww..." [Chorus] Followers, dick swallowers No power over themselves, blindest Don't take it as a diss, take it as an act of kindness We wanna be in front while you fools is behind us Are you gonna live your whole life with blindness on your eyelids? [Poser 2] "Dude, that ain't me, dude" [Del] You bite somebody's style, it's invitin' like a child You cling to it; I hear it, hmmm It's got a ring to it - if that's your thing do it At least you claim you ain't down with that hiphop shoobeedoobee Which is fine cause my clique say you booty You a white kid, your mom said I'm a mooley Now you talk about pass the doobie and the toolie Got your raps and your gat pointed at yours truly Talkin' 'bout you gonna school me, who me? Here's a little jewel like a ruby Since you talkin' like you knew me Playin' a role that's straight out a movie Acting unruly, and your neighbors call SOO-WEEE To the pigs then they fling you in the brig Leave gang bangin' to the real gat holders Or real black soldiers who you don't know of Who don't show love with all your son and your thun Cause they know where you from You from Oakland, you rich and you ain't from the slums Your pops is a politician So why bein' a criminal is your three wishes Used up, do what comes naturally Quit playin' a role that don't even have to be You slippin' [Poser 2] "Dude, I ain't slippin', man I'm from the town too Man I'm from the Oakland hills dude That's East Oakland, blood. You don't even know, man." [Del] "Man, you trippin', man." [Poser 2] "I ain't trippin' dude Why you trying to step to me like, you know, you somethin' man?" [Del] "Yap, yap, yap, yap." [Poser 2] "What up? Whatever dude, whatever." [Del] "All in my ear with that yappin', man. You trippin'." [Poser 2] "I'll keep at it to! Wassup?" [Del] "What!? [laughing] You gonna get hard? What you talkin' about fool?" [Poser 2] "Hey, you never know." [Chorus] Followers, dick swallowers No power over themselves, blindest Don't take it as a diss, take it as an act of kindness We wanna be in front while you fools is behind us Are you gonna live your whole life with blindness on your eyelids?