5. Hiphop and slept on songs Why

5. Hiphop and slept on songs Why

Song: Why
Artist: Sticky Fingaz
Album: Black Trash: The Autobiography of Kirk Jones
Producer: DJ Scratch

First off this is 1/3 of a story there are two more songs after this that complete the story.

This is a good story line, Sticky comes home from jail and bumps into his friend, they kick it for a bit and Sticky asks him for a lift, what proceeds from that point on is just great lyricism; how long they took to make the conversations rhyme the way they do I’ll never know.
The beat will not be for everyone but it’s one for me, I can’t rate beats out of 10 because taste is subjective but it definitely works with this concept, the hook makes you laugh and think. Another nugget in this song is that they have a narrator during some parts and they add background noises like vehicles sounds etc.

My favourite lines:
(Slow your role Kirk Jones son you just don’t know) I don’t know what?
(Yo the way I feel right now, I never felt iller
How you gon’ grab me like this and violate a nigga?)
Violate you? Nigga you tryin’ to front on me?
Remember I’m the nigga in this bitch that got the heat
And before the cops catch me I’m holdin’ court in the street

…………………………………………………………………………………………………..

Story dialogue]
Aight nigga hold it down baby, one love
Aiyyo, yo Bruce – ohhh shit!
Aiyyo nigga
Yo I know this ain’t that nigga Kirk
Yo Bruce – yo Bruce, that that nigga Kirk?
Look look, look at that nigga
Who that Dez? – This Dez, whassup nigga?

[Verse 1: Sticky Fingaz, X-1 & (Dez)]
(Oh shit, nigga, when they let yo’ ass out?)
(What the fuck you been drinking? Look like you ’bout to pass out)
Nah, I’m aight, G, just had a little Olde E
You know me – tryin’ to keep it cool, play it low-key
(You heard Brucey got knocked and Clay, he shot Fozee!)
Yeah, I know, G, damn, that shit is fucked up, right?
Yo, Bruce, you could drop me off at 57th & 9th?
Damn, I would but I gotta pick up my seed and my wife
Plus you be on some other shit and I don’t need dirt in my life
Come on, nigga, I got the gas money, plus I got this L
You gon’ shit on me, son? I just got outta jail!
Yeah, aight God but I ain’t with the bullshit no more
What you talkin’ ’bout, man?
Put that cigarette out
Oh what, you don’t smoke no more?
Nah, it’s just a new car and don’t slam my door
Aight but on the way I need to make a stop at the store
See, give a nigga a inch, he take a yard
But you my dog, so I’ma keep it real with you, God, come on
Aight good looking, nigga
You better buckle up, nigga

[Hook (2x): Still Livin’]
We live our life like this, we live our life like this
We live our life like this, we live our life like this
We live our life like this – why?

[Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz, (X-1) & {Narrator}]
Aiyyo, pull over right there nigga (where?)
Right beside that blue Lexus (where you goin’?)
I just gotta go pick up some money; I’ll be back in a few seconds
(Yeah aight don’t let a few seconds turn into some minutes
Cause I’ll bounce on you nigga, tires burnin’ wheels spinnin’)
Nigga you leave me? Your ass’ll never hear the end of it
(Yeah aight God whatever man just hurry up and cut the bullshit)
{“Inside the jewelry store”}
“Aight you know what this is everybody on the motherfuckin’ floor
Take that shit off!”
“Yo, I’m Tyrone Holmes. I ain’t givin’ up nothin’.”
“What nigga? (*two gun shots*) Fuck that. Motherfucker. Stop cryin’!”
{“Outside at the same exact time”}
(Only two minutes double parked, here come cops
Saw ’em in the rear view, that’s when I heard shots
I seen the store door open, it all happened in slow motion
My man running with his gun smoking (Oh shit!)
I’m ready to pull off and act like I don’t know him)
Nigga, yo go nigga go, go, God
(You don’t you see the cops? You buggin’)
What? How they gon’ catch us? We in a S-500
(Nah, you lunatic ass nigga I ain’t goin’ down for you)
Nigga we could get away
But if we get caught, they gon’ hang you too
(Damn)

[Hook] (1.5x)

[Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz & (X-1)]
(Now we doin’ bout a hundred miles per hour down back blocks
About a million things on my mind, a nigga that hot
This clown next to me, actin’ like he hit the jackpot)
Nigga what the fuck is your problem? I got the loot (What loot?)
You beefin’ with me ain’t gon’ get us out of hot pursuit
(Yo, I heard shots, what was that?)
Some fool wouldn’t give me his jewels
(See, you whylin’ God, I’m thinkin’ bout my wife and my kid
Nigga my life, I ain’t tryin’ to do no bid)
Nigga I think you actin’ scared, if you really wanna know
You drivin’ too slow – YO! Nigga keep your eyes on the road
You almost spun outta control on that last pothole
(Slow your role Kirk Jones son you just don’t know) I don’t know what?
(Yo the way I feel right now, I never felt iller
How you gon’ grab me like this and violate a nigga?)
Violate you? Nigga you tryin’ to front on me?
Remember I’m the nigga in this bitch that got the heat
And before the cops catch me I’m holdin’ court in the street
(You think I’m gon’ let the cops get you, arrest you,) Now you thinkin’ (handcuff you? You crazy? I wanna kill you)
What? (You selfish motherfucker you ain’t seein’ the light
Remember I was supposed to be pickin’ up my seed and my wife)
Shut up (Now I’m a wanted accomplice in a jewelry heist)
Fuck you want me to say? I’m sorry I swear, look me in my eyes
But if you gon’ act like a bitch nigga then let me drive

“Yo son what the fuck you doin’ God?”
“Yo fuck that.”
“Get off the steerin’ wheel.”
“Yo fuck that nigga, you act like a real pussy nigga.”
“Yo, you whylin’ son, you gon’ make me crash! I got this! I got this, chill!”

[Hook repeats and fades through dialogue]

{“The assailants begin to fight in their own stupidity
Instead of working together to get away, they do the exact opposite, and wind up heading for a tragic situation
Now I’ll let you hear the rest.”}

(“Yo, yo relax. I got this, I got this God!”)

[*argument continues, car crashes*]

[Sticky Fingaz]
Oh shit! Yo, yo – yo Bruce!
Oh shit.. {*trying to help*}
Come on man, come on man, you be aight man
Yo yo, it’s not that bad man, it’s not that bad man
Trust me – yo would I lie to you man?
Trust me man (I don’t think I’mma make it God)
Oh shit.. it’s gon’ be alright man
(Tell my wife I love her)
Yo Bruce man, don’t don’t fuckin’ die on me man

[*song bleeds into the next track “Oh My God”*]

Links:
Lyrics from: https://genius.com/Sticky-fingaz-why-lyrics
Sample information from:
Link to the song (may not work on UK mobile devices): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1LpyRaj5Kg

Brainthrough

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