Letras Smilin' - Field Mob, Ludacris

Smilin'

You be smilin' when I’m frownin'\nYou be frownin' when I’m smilin'\nYou be happy when I’m sad\nBut when I’m glad you get mad\nYou be smilin' when I’m frownin'\nYou be frownin' when I’m smilin'\nYou be happy when I’m sad\nBut when I’m glad you get mad, yeah\nI was young, sixteen, put the city on my back\nSaid I’ll do it I did it, Albany on the map\nBeen stickin' to the script y’all really wanna act\nLike I ain’t the real reason y’all really wanna rap\nThey jealous they wanna step in my spot but you can sneeze\nThe rest of ya life and won’t get the blessings I got\nI sold butter made bread plus I roll wit toast\nMy brother call me nearsighted say my foes is close\nNo friends, it’s just a waste of time I know ya bogus\nCrooked behind my back ya like a spine wit scoliosis\nI’m focused like the Ford car, private like a G4\nTry me get shells in ya waves like a seashore\nSee I don’t be on what he on we grown he wrong\nHe gon' keep on he gon' be gone\nTwo-faced like Geminis, I came up wit you man\nI’ll speak but I don’t mess wit you man\nYou be smilin' when I’m frownin'\nYou be frownin' when I’m smilin'\nYou be happy when I’m sad\nBut when I’m glad you get mad\nYou be smilin' when I’m frownin'\nYou be frownin' when I’m smilin'\nYou be happy when I’m sad\nBut when I’m glad you get mad, yeah\nWhy is it when my frown is down side up ya smile is upside down?\nIs it because of my fly style or is it my nice house?\nIs it 'cause I’m iced out and livin' a life now that\nI’m 'bout through strugglin' everything is alright now?\nYou see the jag on them flats pass\nDon’t get mad, get glad like the trashbags\nYou just pray and pray on my downfall\nWhen I’m up ya down me when I’m down ya clown me\nClaimin' to be my friend but really softer than the spot\nIn my back to ease his knife in\nHe ain’t got love for me, I wrote a rhyme about it\nThat hole ya dug for me you tryna climb up out it\nYa bust ya head at the bottom now ya cryin' about it\nWell, when around came right back around and got him\nThe more paper the more haters, I need more cheese\n'Cause the haters I got they startin' to bore me\nYou be smilin' when I’m frownin'\nYou be frownin' when I’m smilin'\nYou be happy when I’m sad\nBut when I’m glad you get mad\nYou be smilin' when I’m frownin'\nYou be frownin' when I’m smilin'\nYou be happy when I’m sad\nBut when I’m glad you get mad, yeah\nFrom the tip o' ya nose to the tip o' ya toes\nY’all ain’t nothin' but some hatin'\nSmilin' in my face everyday like «What up Luda»\nI’m just waitin' for the day to put a slug up to ya\nOl' fake kissers walk past diss ya\nBreathe you a wannabe me, why?\n'Cause I got new whips and wreck 'em or\n'Cause I got flows that make, bend it like Beckham\nIs it 'cause a lot of money stay close to me?\nOr is it cause you should have been where I’m supposed to be?\nWell, everyday I stay fresh whole fam got cheese\nSo I could care less what you think about me\nI thank my enemies and I truly adore 'em\nBest way to get back at somebody is to ignore 'em\nI’m the heavyweight champ, we’ll see who gon' drop\n'Cause everybody in the bottom know who on top, Luda\nYou be smilin' when I’m frownin'\nYou be frownin' when I’m smilin'\nYou be happy when I’m sad\nBut when I’m glad you get mad\nYou be smilin' when I’m frownin'\nYou be frownin' when I’m smilin'\nYou be happy when I’m sad\nBut when I’m glad you get mad, yeah