What I'm Talkin' About - Steve Forde & The Flange

Well, I'm not talkin bout locking down forever, baby. That would be too demanding. I'm just talkin bout two lonely people Who might reach a little understanding. I'm not talkin bout knocking out heaven With whether we're wrong or we're right. I'm not talkin bout hooking up and hanging out. I'm just talkin bout tonight. You were sitting on your bar stool Talking to some fool who Didn't have a clue. I guess he couldn't see You were looking right at me Cause I was looking at you too. Then it's "do you wanna dance", "Have we ever met" You said "hold your horses boy I ain't that easy to get" Well, I'm not talkin bout locking down forever, baby. That would be too demanding. I'm just talkin bout two lonely people Who might reach a little understanding. I'm not talkin bout knocking out heaven With whether we're wrong or we're right. I'm not talkin bout hooking up and hanging out. I'm just talkin bout tonight. She said "I only take it slow. By now you oughta know That I ain't digging this. If we can start as friends The weekend just might end With a little kiss." She said "I'm a lady looking For a man in my life Who will make a good husband. I'll make a good wife." Heeheeeasy now. Well, I'm not talkin bout locking down forever, baby. That would be too demanding. I'm just talkin bout two lonely people Who might reach a little understanding. I'm not talkin bout knocking out heaven With whether we're wrong or we're right. See, I'm not talkin bout hooking up and hanging out. I'm just talkin bout tonight. Yeah, I'm just talkin bout a little bit later tonight.

Blueprint, trois Yeah, yeah What we talkin' about? Real shit, or we talkin' about rhymes? You talkin' about millions, or you talkin' about mine? What we talkin' about? 'Cause I ain't got time For what people be talkin' about all the time What we talkin' about? Fiction, or we talkin' about fact? You talkin' about fiction? Hold up, pardon my back I'm talkin' about life, and all I hear is "Oh yeah, he keeps talkin' about crack." I ain't talkin' about profit, I'm talkin' about pain I'm talkin' about despair, I'm talkin' about shame I ain't talkin' about gossip, I ain't talkin' about Game I ain't talkin' about Jimmy, I ain't talkin' about Dame I'm talkin' about real shit, them people playin' What is you talkin' about? I don't know what y'all sayin' People keep talkin' about "Hov, take it back!" I'm doin' better than before, why would I do that? Ain't nothin' cool 'bout carryin' a strap About worryin' your moms and buryin' your best cat Talkin' about revenge while carryin' his casket All teary-eyed, about to take it to a mattress I'm talkin' about music, I ain't talkin' about rap You talkin' about who's hot, I ain't talkin' about that The conversation is changed, let's yap about that I don't run rap no more, I run the map They talk, we live We see what they say, they say, they say (I see what y'all talkin' about, ha ha) They talk, we did Who cares what they say, they say, they say? Still they can't focus on them, they be talkin' about me Talkin' about what I wear, talkin' about where I be Check out my hair: these ain't curls, these is peas "Peasey head" still get paid, I'm combin' through G's Please, we ain't focused on naps 'Cause I don't run rap no more, I run the map A small part of the reason the President is black I told him I got him when he hit me on the jack Talkin' about progress, I ain't lookin' back You know I run track; try not to get lapped People keep talkin' about "Hov left 'em flat." Try to rewrite history, let's talk about facts Dame made millions, even Jaz made some scraps He could've made more, but he ain't sign his contract As far as street guys, we was dealin' crack That's just how the game goes, I don't owe nobody jack Grown men want me to sit 'em on my lap But I don't have a beard and Santa Claus ain't black I repeat, you can't sit on my lap I don't have a beard, now get off my sack—scream at me! They talk, we live We see what they say, they say, they say They talk, we did Who cares what they say, they say, they say? (Blueprint 3) And now that that's that, let's talk about the future We have just seen the dream as predicted by Martin Luther Now you could choose to sit in front of your computer Posin' with guns, shootin' YouTube up Or you could come with me to the White House, get your suit up! You stuck on being hardcore, I chuck the deuce up Peace out Medusa Welcome to the Blue-ah-Print-ah Tre-piece, Jay-Z your tutor Tooter of my own horn, beep beep, moo-ya Rass clot when rude boy come through with the roof up So I could see the sky 'Cause everybody talkin' Hov, I think we know why They talk, we live We see what they say, they say, they say They talk, we did Who cares what they say, they say, they say?

They call me dubcuda was the last name Money in my lap doin a buck in the fast lane The passion of a husler I got it And if it aint about money I don't wanna talk about it The passion of a husler I got it And if it aint about money I don't wanna talk about it Now lemme see your fingers in the sky And if you like money keep em up high Stand up put your hands up Show me what you all about Real shit nigga Yeah that's what I'm talkin' bout Getting' it in out of the concrete boots In a coupe a hundred ten Blowin like a flute Fresh off of lockdown Straight out the chute Nigga down for whatever Still all about the loot The property of poverty The looters of youth Now it's denim on the leather While removing the roof The hog on the hog With the "D's" on the Deuce And you can blame it on the alcohol The weed and the juice look. Lolo(?) Starter cap to the left of me You know when I rep a "C" Dub S to the death of me Motherfuckers wasn't respectin' me But im all up in your chest with heat Givin you sideline bitter niggas vasectomies Till I rest in peace Hustle the recipe Your niggas a bitch baby You need to sit next to me Dub Cuda the bandana dangler O T countin dirty money with the hanky up (?) you Shake the (?) off you Comin again please Gimme something to walk too I can't leave see For all of my niggas Who don't wear tight jeans Up they ass needs me Went independent last CD Still sold a shitload of records No radio or TV And Im stickin to the program Chucks on the concrete While the Cadillac door slams The "W" was my star symbol My jams make niggas get down Like barrels out of car windows Im a nut for Cheese and chuck T's Addicted to big butt cheeks an weaves Not a pop artist But I'll pop they heezee A branch of the same tree as Pac & Eazy Bumpin Jam Master Jay & Biggie Iron on the stove Shakin up the starch can Sprayin my Dickies Now who that nigga quick to shoot it Cap at the truest The closest to the streets to do it Me The D Fisher in this rap shit im a vet And a (?) tied around the neezeck Your future baby daddy I might be You aint never been with a nigga like me Baby slide me you number Ill call you later this weekend I can't talk now I'm on my way to rob the weed man Love by a few hated by majurity Im the reason these rappers keep security I go hard kick gears and jump cars Chuckin up the hood Three wheelin in your front yard You niggas is temporary I put faces on obituaries nigga

Up in my face, up in my space Life got me workin' for a clean slate Might lose my mind, until you come by So we can be done with all these bright lights And everyone, everyone, everyone Tryna know about our life, ayy 'Cause they know, yeah, they know that we're rare And we ain't gonna happen twice (twice) Talk about, we always gonna be the thing they talk about It's way too loud Let 'em talk it out, we always gonna be the thing they talk about I don't think they know, oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, talkin' about it Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, talkin', talkin' about it Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, I'm still the one who's in control This kind of thing is way too magical Could barely stay down on the low Up on a stage, we make it so theatrical And when the lights go down, we're putting on the real show Talk about (oh, yeah), we always gonna be the thing they talk about It's way too loud Let 'em talk it out (talk it out), we always gonna be the thing they talk about I don't think they know, oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, talkin' about it Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, talkin', talkin' about it Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, I'm still the one who's in control (24) I said there's nothing left to talk about (oh, yeah) 'Cause you're here, so who cares what they talkin' about (oh, yeah) It's unfair that we can't be ourselves together Run away, let's leave the pressure, you are all I need forever Brand new me moving too fast 2023, I'm in a new bag (new bag) Undercover denims with the good Raf (woo) And if they talking give 'em something to look at, damn Ride around Seoul, where my roof at? Ain't nowhere for you and me to sneak past Cheongdam-dong, blowing real cash (hey) And I got JIHYO with me, better not talk back (woop, woop, woop) Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh (oh, yeah, yeah), talkin' about it Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah), talkin', talkin' about it Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm (oh, oh), mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm (oh, oh) Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, I'm still the one who's in control