Thought U Wuz Nice

[Verse 1: Amar Chong] I'm nice doe, blastin' to the stars with nitro Goin' psycho, my tribe zonin' to Biko I'm midnight marauding, tryna follow the night doe With some white hoes, how far would they might go Livin spiteful, fuck niggas and buy clothes All I'm tryna do is take control of my life yo Tryna make sure I live old and I die slow Know a couple niggas live it all with a rifle Know a couple niggas live it all by the bible I'm just tryna live it just the way that I like So everybody pay attention to a day in the life I start by kicking out the chick I laid with last night Then I light a blunt of haze till a glaze in my eyes Then my mind begins to take me to a place in Dubai I'm floating through the ceiling to the face of the sky That's sorta just the feeling when I'm lacing my fives A nigga focused on a million and a plate of the pie (A plate of the pie?) and stack my cake on the side Sometimes I start to think that I could be the greatest alive Or the greatest I could be before I face my demise I recall the night when I thought I was nice Cause that's the night I figured how to conquer my plight Started barkin in a mic, started sparking a light Started sparking up a bong, started screaming out Chong It's like I got to writin', started rightin' my wrongs Stuck lightning in a bottle, let it strike in my songs I'm siphoning patron, as I'm lighting my cone And now I'm feeling stoned, took two to the doom Every seat I sit in starts to feel like a throne Everything I hear starts to sound like a clone I'm tryna be myself, As Alaykum Salaam Just a nigga from the slums, tryna get a few funds Live life with a Hun, she gon give me the buns So all you little niggas shouldn't talk to me huh [Hook] Yo, you talkin' like, like you thought you wuz nice Yo, you talkin' like, like you thought you wuz nice huh Yo, you talkin' like, like you thought you wuz nice Thought you wuz nice, well I thought you wuz nice (x2) [Bridge] I don't know what you niggas talkin' bout (x3) Hope that I don't have to bring them coffins out I don't know what you niggas talkin' bout (x3) No, really, I have no clue what you're talking about... [Verse 2: Amar Chong] It's that one young, different dude, stepping towards the pinnacle Your rhythm cool, but I'm singing to a different tune Like I'm a step beyond, I'm not invincible But your best attempts to injure me are seeming minimal Like you ain't even leave a dent or two And the thought of sendin' me is seeming cynical Prolly cause a nigga never play it safe I had to risk, to stuff my safe with residuals I'm living off of principle, a prince a pull any jewel pendulum swinging around, seeming even semi-pimpable Any verse I ever quote is coming from my soul The sole reason why my soles are seeming comfortable A workaholic how I smoke a bowl I took a toke, and wandered down the road It seems I turned to smoke The irony as I perform a ghost As I re-need to be invincible and pack another bowl The shit seems foggy oddly, the oddity has turned into a hobby The shit seems foggy oddly, the oddity has turned into a hobby, Chong Marley [Hook] Yo, you talkin' like, like you thought you wuz nice Yo, you talkin' like, like you thought you wuz nice huh Yo, you talkin' like, like you thought you wuz nice I'm just talkin' like shout to Dilla and Phife [Bridge] I don't know what you niggas talking bout Hope that I don't have to bring them coffins out I don't know what you going off about All fun and games till the chalk come out (x2)