Opposites Attract

Freeze [Verse 1] Heaven hell, hella heaven, Sunday school Mac 11, prison camps, colleges and crash courses Driving lessons, bad bitches, prostitutes Death threats, hospitals, gang-banging Private schools, chains hanging Drama too, blang blanging Cultivating new cribs, home invasions Child abuse, motivation Talk to God, smoke with Satan Wedding rings, divorce paper settlements Court cases, medicine AIDS victims, Malcolm X, racism UFOs, airplanes, crop circles, man-made Demolishing, landscape starvation, pancakes Skinny jeans, baggy pants Relationships, back-up plans White rice, Zatarains Open lanes, traffic jam Bloods, crips, Latin kings, intelligence Lack of brains, negligence Accolades and skeletons And plastic veins, lucid dreams Sleep walking, dry snitching Streets talking,competition Police calls in the projects when the beat starts [Hook] Now put your motherfucking hands up high (I've been having such a bad week) Now put your motherfucking hands up high (I've been having such a bad week) Hands up high (That's when opposites attract me) [Verse 2] Let it go Hella heaven, heaven hell Falling off, record sales Balling out, broke as hell, free at last Back to jail, candy paint Candied yams, candy canes Can he pass? Can he reign? So for real, black teeth, golden grill Thug life, honest life, real life Drama life, urban life Healthy life, broke life Wealthy life, rag, riches Riches, rags, fags, bitches Bitches mad, bad Christians Hypocrites and half niggas Niggas half hit the deck Planet ships, cigarettes Cancer sticks, Smith & Wes' Banana clips, niggas death I'm hearing shit, carnivores Herbivores, all the wars All the facts, hieroglyphics High blood pressure, heart feeling heart attacks And call the cab, walk the block Mouth shut, you talk a lot Open field, car garage Unemployment, morning jobs Kill the youth, multiply Keep it real, falsify Make a mess, organize Fake my death, all the time [Hook] Now put your motherfucking hands up high (I've been having such a bad week) Now put your motherfucking hands up high (I've been having such a bad week) Hands up high (That's when opposites attract me) [Interlude] [?] [Verse 3] They say my temple is a magnet My brain is a gadget Yeah my soul is a rapture This that opposite attraction I got opposite intentions I got positive incentive I should rob a nigga senseless I hope them cops'll get defensive There ain't no stopping this I've been it Fuck yo' confidence I've been sick Fuck yo' opposition, I'm kinda different, I hop inside a spaceship I've been lots a different places Bitch I'm locked into the matrix Put my thoughts in different cages Watch me turn portraits into paintings Who told you right is wrong in your eyes? Who said wrong is right with no lies? They said I was wrong the whole time Turn them lights off its show time Who told you there wasn't no God? Who told you that I don't know God? Who told you that I don't go hard? I'll give you something big to choke on I never follow rules and no laws Turn your fucking head to coleslaw This that winter flow, that mistletoe, kiss you goodbye, so long I'm that Martin Rocka [?] I'm that Maserati two-tone Ain't no cavities in this jaw bitch Ain't no gravity in these songs And I've been wanting it for so long They've been talking shit for so long This my ocean now, when them sharks lurking boats or coast guards Bitch my coat rocking so raw This what happens on a two way street when I'm opposite roads cross All your common sense'll go lost All your common sense'll go lost All your common sense'll go lost Tell me what happened to you? What have you done? Where your mind at? Hol' on Tell your daughter put some clothes on Tell your son put his coat on Tell my father pull his skirt down He ain't did shit for me in so long Fuck your opinion nigga I'm grown They don't like the shit that I'm on Can't accept the fact that I'm grown Just accept the fact that I'm on Ain't no evil practice in here I got Jesus all in my bones I got angel wings on my back I got 808's on my track Shit I been wanting this for so long They been talking shit for so long This my ocean now, when them sharks lurking boats or coast guards Bitch my coat rocking so raw This what happens on a two way street when I'm opposite roads cross All your common sense'll go lost All your common sense'll go lost