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]

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[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