No More Worries Del the Funky Homosapien (Ft. A-Plus, Casual & Snupe)
"No More Worries" is a hip-hop track from 1993 featuring Del the Funky Homosapien, A-Plus, Casual, and Snupe. The song addresses overcoming struggles and stress, promoting a carefree attitude. Its unique blend of playful wordplay and funky beats reflects the West Coast hip-hop scene, influencing future artists. #HipHop
[Intro: A-Plus]
You don't have to worry any longer
[Verse 1: A-Plus]
Yo wait a damn, minute
Listen to the way the man spit it
Even with improper diction I split men and get ends
I'm lettin' suckas know, I'm finna buck a bro
The nigga figure he can dust a professional
I test a fool, I gets a tool
And beat him wit it
He didn't see me wit it
And this is what I'ma do
Tie the crime to you
Niggas need to find a new rhyme to do
I remember when I used to grind a few
Indo sacks at my wack Senior High School
But I told the Dean 'Bye fool', I graduated
He was a man I hated, and I'm glad I made it
Hiero, I know, ou know
Fools know, that my crew's so
Phat, and niggas try to jack
Then I know they got my back
A-Plus must bust the wack
[Verse 2: Casual]
I'm fed up with the wackness and this weak shit
So peep the style and learn how to freak shit
I hope ya learn how to cope
By the time you peep this shit here I'll be three times doper
Yeah, this is for the trendy G's
To ya bitches, and high school enemies
All the hoes
Would shoot me to the left and shit
'Cause my financial state was on deficit
But I really didn't trip
Now I'm living phatter, and them niggas don't matter
A lotta rappers try frontin' on me
But they ain't got nuttin' on me
And ain't no way that buck can harm me
I turn the mouths of MCs into molecules
Niggas locked onto me like my follicles
I swallow fools with no regurgitation
We hurt ya face, men
When ya placed in my path
You don't have to worry any longer
[Verse 1: A-Plus]
Yo wait a damn, minute
Listen to the way the man spit it
Even with improper diction I split men and get ends
I'm lettin' suckas know, I'm finna buck a bro
The nigga figure he can dust a professional
I test a fool, I gets a tool
And beat him wit it
He didn't see me wit it
And this is what I'ma do
Tie the crime to you
Niggas need to find a new rhyme to do
I remember when I used to grind a few
Indo sacks at my wack Senior High School
But I told the Dean 'Bye fool', I graduated
He was a man I hated, and I'm glad I made it
Hiero, I know, ou know
Fools know, that my crew's so
Phat, and niggas try to jack
Then I know they got my back
A-Plus must bust the wack
[Verse 2: Casual]
I'm fed up with the wackness and this weak shit
So peep the style and learn how to freak shit
I hope ya learn how to cope
By the time you peep this shit here I'll be three times doper
Yeah, this is for the trendy G's
To ya bitches, and high school enemies
All the hoes
Would shoot me to the left and shit
'Cause my financial state was on deficit
But I really didn't trip
Now I'm living phatter, and them niggas don't matter
A lotta rappers try frontin' on me
But they ain't got nuttin' on me
And ain't no way that buck can harm me
I turn the mouths of MCs into molecules
Niggas locked onto me like my follicles
I swallow fools with no regurgitation
We hurt ya face, men
When ya placed in my path
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