Trivial Pursuit

Lyrics for Trivial Pursuit

Woulda, shoulda, coulda All you hear from the do-gooders Play the game the right way Fuck that, launch the thirty footers (Hibachi) I'm out here cookin' I got recognized at the butcher, like "All due respect, are you woods or you not?" (I'll take the lamb chops) Said he recognized the voice from somewhere Listened to the tape and compared, over the years I forget white people is born police, impressed I guess I need a new place to buy meat, I dress Fish collar with the lemon cheek Just holler if you see the white sheets I owe you one Chew on a roll of TUMS, video shoot look mad fun Nickelodeon blunts, fake money in the sun, laughin' (laughin') Laughin' (laughin') (That shit is warmin' my soul) Your favorite rapper can't afford to go broke Or crack up, old fans crack jokes Old boasts make for some cold quotes Rappers dyin' in they sleep I'm watchin' Mike Eagle on TV It ain't just luck chief Reunion album with the fucked up teeth They clownin' you But this how it be when hand 'em out How you learn to eat This what it look like when OGs come home with baggy jeans Suspicious like, "It ain't nothin' in that weed?" Confused like, "How it ain't no drums and a beat?" Only certainty is he done with the streets Told me if he go up again, it will end at the end of a sheet Said, "Sometimes you just know you beat" You sit on your momma couch and watch the game Right here in your momma house, where I learned the trade I haven't been around, she showin' her age Paid my respects she's polite but doesn't look me in my face