Shaka Zulu lyrics

[Verse 1]

Looking at myself, I see the man, nigga

I'mma call it like I say it, I'mma call you bitch made nigga

Holding pistols not to entertain niggas

I got held up at the light reaching for my switchblade, nigga

Poppers on a Spanish with the gauge, nigga

If I tell you that the babysitter's dead, don't play, nigga

Reach inside your pockets, dial H, nigga

If you need help with pressure, don't drive this way, nigga

You know I got schizophrenic tendencies

I dream of porn stars and pouring gas on my enemies

If I get a check, I'm not the vet

I'm a dawg ass nigga looking for a hot bitch

[Hook 1]

Shaka Zulu with the new do with the TEC

This is not a purchase, everyday life shit

I've been praying for your downfall, man

But all I see is bad bitches coming down the hill, damn

Shaka Zulu new do with the TEC

Don't tell anybody that the babysitter's dead

And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead

How'd they bring you back to life? That's a start resurrect

[Verse 2]

She bowed to her knees, want forgiveness

But all I could think about was coming out of speakers

She a fun girl living on the edge

Poppa ran a hedge fund, all his daughter do is give head

Said he had it up to head and neck

Don't you point the thing at me, it could go off offside your head

Temple to the brain, now he dead

That's a life learned lesson, never stress over bullshit

Wasn't even her why he did it

But he found his wife with his daughter's boyfriend, nigga damn

That's some fucked shit over sex

These bitches overrated and I judge 'em like "who next?"

[Hook 2]

Temple to the brain from the TEC

Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead

And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead

How'd they bring you back to life? That's a start resurrect, nigga

Shaka Zulu new do with the TEC

Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead

And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead

How'd they bring you back to life? That's a start resurrect, nigga

[Verse 3]

Six weeks, had to vacate

Ain't a resident in sight, just a beach, making sex tapes

Sure, say the shit to my face

She gon' get me off, nigga, like bug spray

Bitches all fake and fanatics, causing ruckus with a ratchet

Don't you put that on your loved ones, you are not my level pattern

This is Pacquiao and pack it peddle faster like a Flintstone

On a roll, full of ashes, we just run you, this the legion

Zulu, it's all gone

Zulu, forever perished

Ten bedrooms in the palace

But your Playboy bunny's ears full of carrots, I told y'all

[Hook 3]

Shaka Zulu new do with the TEC

Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead

And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead

How'd they bring you back to life? That's a start resurrect, nigga

Temple to the brain from the TEC

Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead

And I heard it from a birdie, it was dead

How'd they bring you back to life? That's a start resurrect, nigga

Temple to the brain from the TEC

I go temple to the brain from the TEC

Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead, nigga

[Verse 4/Bridge]

Glory be, lord to be

Fashion so fucking unorderly

Move accordingly, don't order me

You poorer than me, more can afford the fee

Word to Meek, 100 in the dungarees

Who claim the game, we're young living like Meek

Click on the tee, Lord of Rings, you order me

Theatric fairytale's become extinct

Fuck the peace, I put a piece on my neck

'Bout the size of a Complex magazine

I'm not for sale, I bought your dreams

Leonardo DaVinci, the Bentley boost my self-esteem

Bitches cling like the chain already been doing the same thing

I mean this gold for press, G

I'm tryna bob and weave, why you chasing me?

I'm on my victory lap, can't you see?

[Outro]

Temple to the brain from the TEC

Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead, nigga

I go temple to the brain from the TEC

Don't you tell anybody that the babysitter's dead, nigga

• Artist:Tyga
• Album:The Gold Album: 18th Dynasty (2015)