I Should Have Told You So

歌詞

(B.B. Jay) Theres an old saying that every dog has his day I want'chall to know a lil somthin somthin Every child of God has his season And right about now, its all mine Yo, check it, check it It seems as it was just yesterday I was doing po'ly Surrounded by jokers that couldn't do nothing fo' me I was broker than a vase, living like a pauper Poverty followed me everywhere like a stalker Native New Yorker, born in Brook'lawn Grew up in Jersey where you die if you look wrong Hooked on somethin coloussal (Word to God) Holy hip-hop apostle (God Squad) Original general, quite like a girdle Representin Jesus the eternal life colonel I'm over like a hurdle, harder than the turdle Lyrics healthier than herbal B.B. Jays sturdy, never profane Never x-rated or dirty, never ashamed (Holy hustler) Practice sold faithful I'm on some holy holy, emcees be greatful (Hook: B.B. Jay) I hate to say I told you so, but didn't I? Tell you I was gonna blow-up and be the bomb Everybody had mad jokes when I was strugglin Now I'm fat like that, what, word to God I hate to say I told you so, but didn't I? Tell you I was gonna blow-up and be the bomb Everybody had mad jokes when I was strugglin Now I'm fat like that, what, word to God (B.B. Jay) Check it It all started way back when I was a chap in grade school Used to write songs an' poems in the day room Every music award show, yo I stayed tuned Word to God, as true as I grew, kids made room No doubt, rejection was a sho' thing Never get love until you doing yo' thang You know how it is, around ghetto kids Hype, do you sign ??? Made a lot of rap fears when I drops mines Lotta cats did all they could to stop mines Recognize yo, you can't stop the shine Or the glow, ice on ice, I make livin look pro Show ya right, the son of abraham I am Born American, culture African A lotta of imposters I peeped your cheif-tan I'm a holy hustler, backwards buster (Hook) (B.B. Jay) I used to rock a lot, back in the day, back of the class In back of the school, battlin for cash in back of tha cab I used jack up a lotta (Rap dummies) I used to stak up a lotta (Lunch money) Dough fo' sho' my flow was a number one Yo, I told you cats since day number one B.B. Jay ain't nothin but a plan and a man But little did you know I had the power of I Am All day from the getty up Even back when I was leaving cats belly up With they skull cracked, uh huh I ain't always where I be at Used to get buzzed with cous' like "where the tree at?" Life of sin, had to flee that, palm was icy On my way to hell, believe that, on some shiesty Now I see clearly, holy life the nicest Fat pastor, loungin with the righteous (Hook x2)