[Intro: Larone Burnette] Clueless (Ohhhhhh, clueless) Mindless Clueless (We're gonna leave you mindless) Mindless (Divine bringin' on down)
[Verse 1: Solé] Supreme, all about my cream, can you dig the tihs? Finna be hella rich made a switch to kill the snitch Turned out to be a nothing but a hater I pull the trigger, it bites the liver To the MO; dead on arrival Homicidal when we ride taking ya title It ain't nothing but a thing, 'cause everybody gotta die Everybody gotta lie, hit the scene I'm all about the green and the cash Give it up fast: the no-no, player watch for the po-po Bring a 'cain dealer as I bring the pain killer On the low low creepin' affiliated See a chick demonstrate it, make 'em frustrated Complicated with a buzz, burst until a heater must kickin' up dust Crushin' competition I'm on, on a mission Mitch wanna be dissin' at the same time Ass kissin', hopin' they wishin' that I Play out, fade out never heard of me, but occurred to be Greatest, Mitch hate this Dope ain't nothin' but a word to me Really worth to me, gotta rock it up, gotta stock it up Upon game Mitch you gotta mop it up, soakin' No jokin', can't breathe No more messin' 'round, start chokin' Everybody that I meet (What you doin'?) dealin' Everybody peep it: the lyrical context to get hexed by voodoo No tellin' what's next you're clueless
[Chorus: Larone Burnette] Now what you gonna do? Your time has run out When the Divine and N9na come for you, are you dreaming? Or are you still awake, your time has run out, player Now where you gonna run? Where you gonna hide? Death around the corner and it shows tonight ('Cause you were trippin' you got caught slippin' And now you clueless about your situation Lights out, we know it's hesitation)
[Verse 2: Tech N9ne] I'm about to hit 'em with Amerikilla Gotta get a little bit more of that skrilla What the hell a hater gonna do When they come face to face with a 9 milla (Backed the kcuf off ya, none out but you just hopped off I crush ya) See me when I'm comin' with a (Ch-ch-ch) Better hope you'll never hear the (Hah-ah-ah) Bust every day, many day, any day I spray it at the hater that claim he's on Make that hater say hee-hah Dameon Devil child, devil's son, by the rule of the God with the rebel's gun And if that trick no like it, suck me huevos hun, hum Is that killer with the flow not so-so Never with a Willie Bobo, hot like cocoa beautiful just like Acapulco, poke your ho, oh She's wet, she's aqua, clueless trick, never had to jock her All over my sack and nobody, niggaro not even you can stop her La Cosa Nostra, me phlegm booster, ride that track like a roller coaster Come a little closer, see a motherkcuf like Tech N9na toast you N9ne Tech comin' with Divine, just remain mindless When I flex you, you get next to the real killer But a Bade Mitch motherkcuf just stay at school
[Chorus: Larone Burnette] Now what you gonna do? Your time has run out When the Divine and N9na come for you, are you dreaming? Or are you still awake, your time has run out, player Now where you gonna run? Where you gonna hide? Death around the corner and it shows tonight ('Cause you were trippin' you got caught slippin' And now you clueless about your situation Lights out, we know it's hesitation)
[Verse 3: Solé] It's all mystery, check out the history Follow the trickery, hollow tips are loaded from the Tech N9ne Known to bust caps everytime, won't you rewind it? (yrlived) Got 'em blinded, simple minded Gotta get up behind, stop wicked and wild somethin' like pow! I make 'em all really wonder how, can we kill 'em? Have we deal them? 36 grams up in 'em, like snakes deadly venom dangerous Mess around gotta hit 'em, Tech N9na and Divine Rollin' up can't stop the bum-rush While playa-haters come to us, victorious, so glorious Mitch Bade is dumb to us, Notorious Like Biggie, is she really from Kansas City, Missouri? Mitch you better be hear me, better be fear me, nothin' but an enemy On my way to make many G's in the industry, that's how it gotta be Everybody be useless another murder committed, clueless
[Verse 4: Tech N9ne] You ever dance with a devil in a pale moonlight I usually ask about my prey I'm gonna be level when I'm on a mic You fool I'm a live round when I spray I'm for the caddash I mean fit ass Make a lot of money, lit ass and made us sentimental Never did I make Biancas whine Nonoxynol-9 Get spunked, not even I keep bickin' a bud Never get with the Bianca when they wake up, enough Clueless, who less, me and you foolish This when a nigga do best But if you bite your thumb at me Tecca N9na gotta make a punk of you Much more strength than an attitude Bigger than the Capulet and the Montague Who really wanna get involved? When I bust like sailor, quinta for my mailer Will you do me a favor, get lost? Or get your head torn off by the flip boss Killa clown, look around, hella off the hook And I stays in the killa zone now, milla dawn Niggas be clueless and more so than Alicia Silverstone
[Chorus: Larone Burnette] Now what you gonna do? Your time has run out When the Divine and N9na come for you, are you dreaming? Or are you still awake, your time has run out, player Now where you gonna run? Where you gonna hide? Death around the corner and it shows tonight ('Cause you were trippin' you got caught slippin' And now you clueless about your situation Lights out, we know it's hesitation)
[Bridge: Larone Burnette] We're gonna leave you clueless, clueless And all you peeps and hustlers wonder why and how do they we do it, do it (Coming with the-) Coming with finesse, you're messin' with the best Stop nothing but music, bumped and straight to ya Don't try to fight it, or even bite it Just bumped the music to your head and get excited 'Cause we comin' real smooth, so what you wanna do Wanna be down with me and my crew?
[Outro] Oh yeah! Larone, you know what I'm sayin'? My homegirl Divine Tech N9na Of course that man on the track master, Don Juan It's comin' like that y'all MidwestTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
