Deeper

(feat. Papa Juggy)
 (Papa Juggy)
 Cha cha cha
 Hey watch out rude bwoy
 You see how tight Bo$$ come man?
 She just come down DANGEROUS!
 "Is that what time it is Boss?"
 "Yo what the fuck is wrong with you?"
 "This is deep, but I'm goin deeper."
 (Bo$$)
 I don't really wanna feel
 like I'm in a daze so I smoke big kill
 Just to deal with the ills like this fucked up trip (damn)
 My skills ain't payin bills
 and it's fuckin with me and my grip (I hear you)
 I drink that St. Ide's shit
 and smoke a ticket at the same time
 Drop a wicked bomb on my naughty nature
 I'm livin foul like a Nickerbocker (you livin foul?)
 Bitch I'm not the woman to sleep but I'm lost (yo that's deep)
 Cause I be on some ole' I'm tired of niggaz
 tryin to come up off bitches type thing ("What can I do?")
 And if I don't react the way he want he might swing
 his little trick bitch ass in another direction
 then don't even use protection
 I hate stupid shit assholes can avoid
 Yo! And if worse came to worse I'll run a fraud on unemployed
 Cause who the fuck cares that I got gray hairs and can't sleep
 Know what I mean? (Yeah hell yeah, that's deep)
 Deeper and deeper ... "What can I do?"
 Deeper and deeper ... "What can I do?"
 "This is deep, but I'm goin deeper."
 (Bo$$)
 Every now and then I start flippin and get to thinkin
 bout deep shit beyond all that bullshit
 I shoot at people (yeah I know what you mean)
 but fuck it I'm evil
 And I'm hip to every bitch tryin to get a grip
 and every nigga tryin to get a grip but fuck that shit
 And I say fuck that shit with my mighty middle finger
 I'm heavy off into this rap shit, buckin singers
 Yo I think I'm gettin tense (word?)
 Cause my dollars ain't makin no fuckin sense; but then again
 it's probably all that chronic that I smoked
 I use to be like that when I was out there slangin dope
 and lately I been flippin on some old paranoid shit
 like lookin fuckers up and down tryin to start shit ("What can I do?")
 cause I'm a hard bitch (So why don't you just soften up?)
 I try to be cool but I get caught up when I go to clubs, straight up
 I don't even trust myself (yo, you can trust me)
 Fuck I know? (I'm just like you)
 Riiiiiiight, that's deep
 Deeper and deeper ...
 Deeper and deeper ...
 (Yo Bo$$ that shit you talkin bout that's some deep shit
 I'm tellin you motherfuckers can't really get with that
 relate to that shit)
 (Papa Juggy)
 Eh hey hey, I guess it's best we tell them mon
 Everytime she come, she's detrimental mon
 Yes mon, know dis
 Hehehe, don't make me tell dem again mon, woyyy
 She too hotta, tell-a-man she too hotta
 Tell man she too hotta an' every posse know dat-ta
 Yes, she too hotta, tell man she too hotta
 For inside she come, she say de posse get flat come
 (Bo$$)
 Aiyyo, I got them buckwild thrills, livin foul kills
 I'm tryin to get to Watts but Im stuck in Baldwin Hills (damn)
 Tryin to find myself for real though, check it
 If I just rewind myself I'll see it ain't that hectic
 Y'all dont hear me talkin but its time to get a stack
 Cause I'm about a second away, from goin back
 to the corner slangin dope (now you know you don't wanna do that shit)
 gankin cluckers, jackin high, cappin marks
 I may be loosin my mind but better that than my heart (I hear you)
 I talk a lot of shit but I can back it all the fuck up
 I'm real cool people until some bullshit get brung up
 Look here, believe me I ain't comin out my crib
 tryin to snap on life and run out and do some dumb shit
 So I'll be takin another sip to relax me
 And get them problems out my mind that distract me
 Life is workin on my last nerve (yeah I hear you G)
 I'll see yo' ass next week, peace (yo that shit is deep)
 Deeper and deeper ... "What can I do?"
 Deeper and deeper ... "What can I do?"
 (Papa Juggy starts again and fades out.)
 Deeper and deeper ... "What can I do?"
 Deeper and deeper ... "What can I do?"