Always Inta Somethin' Songtext / Lyric

Back in December, or was it November?

It's kind of shady, I can vaguely remember

I was at the Peppermill, popping at the bartender

He made me a drink called uh, Bodybender

That's when a smurf pulled on my shirt

Said (Hey, get off my girl, dog, before you get hurt)

I said, "Hold on, I don't know what you think

You better back the fuck up and let me order my drink"

He backed the fuck up and did more than you think

He had a AP, not a nine, but it's sort of the same

So now it's one lonely R-o-m-p

I'm all by myself without nobody

Slightly noided, sense death, can I avoid it?

Somebody slammed the do' on the way comin from the toilet

He looked back, then I pulled out my strap

Slapped him it twice but uh, I should've clapped

Cause this other goon nigga started wildin

I pulled out my faulty phone and started dialin

Told my niggas to come on the double

They finna put a nigga on the gong show, bust his bubble

He said yeah, he know he comin

"But damn my nigga, you always into somethin"



Recently, June 4th, released from jail

And 'bout to hit the streets like a beast from hell

It's that nigga y'all done heard about, young J. Diggs

Love to play the game and I play big

I see suckers havin money and I gots to have some

You in the double R, I gots to have one

I'm all up in his backdo' like knock-knock-knock

The nigga moved too fast, so I pop-pop-popped

Should've stood still, there would be no firing

But it's a little late, all I'm hearin is sirens

So now I'm in the wind like leaves on trees

I'm in the crowd tryin to blend like d's on v's

I'm sweatin bullets, I'm an ex-con out on parole

What the fuck was I thinkin, I'm out of control

I'm at the Romp House and I'm huffin and puffin

My niggas lookin at me crazy cause I'm always into somethin



Yo, we fuck with heavy guns, fuck around and pump heavy slugs

We drinkin R