Never Gonna Get It Lyrics – Akon
Never Gonna Get It is the eighth track from the album Trouble of Akon which was released back in the year 2004.
| Song Name : | Never Gonna Get It |
| Album / Movie : | Trouble |
| Singer : | Akon |
| Music Label : | Def American, Hammerheart |
| Cast : | Akon |
Woo, chyeah!Uh
I’m from the hard knock academy, automatically had to beCarryin’ automatics, sprayin’ sporadic, inaccurate (woo)Clips to the back of it, barrel cockin’ immaculateLearn to move packages in and out of Los AngelesWe savages, bustin’ off rounds, sprayin’ banana clipsKnockin pounds off ’em like Anna Nicole SmithShit, I’m in the hood, walkin’ with choppersCockin’ and poppin’ at coppers, Glocks be talkin’ like
Blockedie block, blockI probably popped Hoffa and possibly just forgot where I tossed ’em (huh)This nigga’s obnoxious, me and Top got your bitch in the cockpitShe want a pit stop, just see how the cock spitThese bosses deposit the profit, they watch as we cop itOn top of the ostrich and foxes (that’s right)I used to be a little bastard of stress (ey)Now I’m a boss where I’m from (ey)With Alaska on my chest (yes!)
See, I know you’ll like my swagger (oh)No strap when I come through (through)Chain hangin’ like Ali Baba (oh)Know me, you know how I do (do)The way that I move, nigga(You never gon’ get it)
‘Cause I’m too smooth, nigga(You never gon’ get it)I thought you knew, nigga(You never gon’ get it)But you ain’t got a clue, nigga(You never gon’ get it, get it, get it)
Who in the hell left the gate open? (That’s wrong)I put it down for the wild, wild westLike the 1800s in ’em stage coachesIf I ain’t strapped, then my blade’s pokin’If it ain’t a 600 big body, then the ’64, honey, is spokin’The drama spokesman, streets endorsed ’em (aha)I rather be opening up my nine, then closed in my coffin(I’m from) I’m from West Covina, this ain’t ComptonStill money passed around like we takin’ a offerin’
I’m somethin’ like a phenomenonWhen they see the sad happy faces, they know the drama’s onIt’s the West Coast back at your front door (back)We up close and personal, we ain’t done ’til the curtains close (aha)Could be friend or foe, love it or hate itI’m the king, but I play with the aces (hahaha)Run up to find out I keep it loaded like bases (ey)Get wise, and your mouth and knees (ey) need braces (hey!)
See, I know you’ll like my swagger (oh)No strap when I come through (through)Chain hangin’ like Ali Baba (oh)Know me, you know how I do (do)The way that I move, nigga(You never gon’ get it)
‘Cause I’m too smooth, nigga(You never gon’ get it)I thought you knew, nigga(You never gon’ get it)But you ain’t got a clue, nigga(You never gon’ get it, get it, get it)
See when I walk through the doorI wonder why these fake niggas jackin’ me for?On display, like I came from the store, you knowI’m posin’ like a mannequin in front of your hoe (woo-ooh)Up front block runnin’ 50 deep now (woo-ooh)Convicts surroundin’ the whole compound (woo-ooh)‘Cause you don’t really want what you’re starin’ atClip full of bullets, don’t mind sharin’ that (that)
See, I know you’ll like my swagger (oh)No strap when I come through (through)Chain hangin’ like Ali Baba (oh)Know me, you know how I do (do)The way that I move, nigga(You never gon’ get it)
‘Cause I’m too smooth, nigga(You never gon’ get it)I thought you knew, nigga(You never gon’ get it)But you ain’t got a clue, nigga(You never gon’ get it, get it, get it)