1. Mike D is one… Read Full Bio ↴There are various artists who have used this name.
1. Mike D is one of the founding members of the New York based hip hop band Beastie Boys.
2. Mike D is a rapper based out of Houston, Texas, who along with Clay Doe, Fat Pat and Mr. 3-2, formed the rap group Southside Playaz.
3. Mike D is an independent singer/songwriter from Toronto, Canada currently living in Los Angeles. Check him out on YouTube as "MrSoulfulwriter" and follow him @MikeyDeGuzman on Twitter.
Here We Go
Mike D Lyrics
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We bout to drop a fo' in a twenty ounce blue cream
I place the order out in cali. for the p.t.
We get money while you niggas still asleep, and a
It's three in the morning, in the kitchen cooking oz.s
Block to bleed, niggas to feed, if I drop' em on 12 comin' back 21
It's 80 sippers out the book, I move' em one by one
See my hands is fast, my cook game raw
And I whip it to the left, whip it to the right
Move it all around till they cook it air tight
Let it dry, pop it out the jar, straight to the scale
Wrap it up in plastic, straight to the mail
It's boss hogg Kyleon, nigga Mike D
Bleeds the block cause I am the streets
[Chorus: x2]
Here we go
Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto
Nigga we ain't got no love for you hoes
All we tryna do is keep collecting dough
Go get it, and come back get that white as snow
Candied doors, yeah they open up and close
Run up on us bitch you won't run up no more
Cause we will slide yo bitch ass across the flo, flo, flo
I know y'all rappers can't stand
The fact that I'm back fresh outta jail
Also focused on nothin' but makin' my mail
Ain't got no time to waste, cause the rap game is damn near dead
Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto, came to raise rap from it's death bed
Every song they play on the radio is bullshit homie
Them niggas got they blow up, but we got that good shit homie
Matter fact you might even overdose
Cause I've been known to cause blood clots
I should been known to be a killa, but a bitch killa I never was not
I've always kept it real, even when everybody around me was fake
They don't make like me no more, my kind don't break under pressure
It's death before dishonor nigga
So that means before a rat, like mickey mouse
I'll be another job for the grave digger
I ain't going back behind the fences with the razors
If I'm locked up in the penitentiary, I can't make no paper
So the last time I went, was the last time I'm ever gone be in
Instead of a 5 by 6 cell then a big brick home, that's what I live in
[Chorus: x2]
[Z-Ro:]
Now every time I ride, I got a pistol on my side
Screwed Up Click until it's over on the Southside
I keep my mind on my money, and money on my mind
I ain't got no time no play, I'm on a 24 hour grind
Haters wanna see me fallin' off of my game
They hatin' cause when they see me I'm havin' thangs
Dig these blues, if you jack me, I'm jacking you back
24/7 on my clothes, I keep my hand on my strap
See I'm somethin' like a playa, somethin' like a pimp
Gangsta strut on when when I limp like this
Is re-turn of rapper slash the hood fella
Lookin' for a rap to get my groove back like Stella
Still got a sack of that A-1 good yella
With a baby glock, ready to rock up out fellas
Hit me on the cella, ain't a damn thang change
Yeah, (you know me) nigga I'm still the drank man
[Chorus: x2]
The lyrics to Mike D's song "Here We Go" are about the rap game and making money in the streets. The song features Boss Hogg Kyleon and Z-Ro, with each rapper taking a verse to talk about their struggles and successes in the game. The first verse is about the drug trade, with Kyleon talking about cooking up drugs and selling them. He boasts about his skills in the kitchen, saying he can whip up a batch of drugs in a coffee mug jar. He also raps about his success in the game, claiming to make money while his competition is still asleep. Mike D steps in for the chorus, repeating the title phrase, "Here we go" and declaring his lack of love for "hoes" and desire to collect dough. The second verse is about Z-Ro's experiences in the game, talking about carrying a gun at all times and his determination to succeed. Z-Ro raps about the haters who want to see him fail and his willingness to use violence to protect himself.
The song's themes are common in rap music, talking openly about criminal activity and the drug trade. However, the lyrics are also a commentary on the state of the rap game itself. Mike D and his collaborators feel that the rap game has lost its way, with too many artists focusing on commercial success rather than making good music. They see themselves as the antidote to this, bringing realness back into the game and seeking to "raise rap from its death bed." The song is a declaration of their determination to succeed on their own terms.
Line by Line Meaning
It's boss hogg Kyleon, and I'm fuckin' with the king
Kyleon and Mike D are collaborating and getting along well
We bout to drop a fo' in a twenty ounce blue cream
They are mixing codeine with cream soda
I place the order out in cali. for the p.t.
They are ordering potent marijuana from California
We get money while you niggas still asleep, and a
They are wealthy and successful while others are still struggling
It's three in the morning, in the kitchen cooking oz.s
They are cooking and packaging drugs in the middle of the night
Block to bleed, niggas to feed, if I drop' em on 12 comin' back 21
They are making profit by selling drugs to others
It's 80 sippers out the book, I move' em one by one
They are selling codeine syrup in 80-ounce bottles
See my hands is fast, my cook game raw
Mike D is skilled at cooking drugs
I don't need no pyrex, gimme a coffe mug jar
Mike D doesn't need traditional glassware to cook drugs
And I whip it to the left, whip it to the right
He is stirring the drugs while cooking
Move it all around till they cook it air tight
He is making sure the drugs are properly sealed
Let it dry, pop it out the jar, straight to the scale
After the drugs are cooked, they are weighed and packaged
Wrap it up in plastic, straight to the mail
The drugs are then sent to customers through the mail
I know y'all rappers can't stand
Other rappers are envious of Mike D
The fact that I'm back fresh outta jail
Mike D has recently been released from prison
Also focused on nothin' but makin' my mail
He is focused on making money
Ain't got no time to waste, cause the rap game is damn near dead
Mike D is aware that the rap industry is struggling
Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto, came to raise rap from it's death bed
Kyleon and Mike D are working to revive the rap industry
Every song they play on the radio is bullshit homie
Mike D doesn't like most music played on the radio
Them niggas got they blow up, but we got that good shit homie
Mike D thinks he and Kyleon make better music than others
Matter fact you might even overdose
Mike D's drugs are very potent
Cause I've been known to cause blood clots
His drugs can be dangerous
I should been known to be a killa, but a bitch killa I never was not
Mike D is not a murderer
I've always kept it real, even when everybody around me was fake
Mike D is honest and true to himself
They don't make like me no more, my kind don't break under pressure
Mike D is confident in himself and his abilities
So that means before a rat, like mickey mouse
Mike D would rather die than be a snitch
I'll be another job for the grave digger
If he dies, he will be buried
I ain't going back behind the fences with the razors
Mike D doesn't want to go back to prison
If I'm locked up in the penitentiary, I can't make no paper
He can't make money while in prison
Now every time I ride, I got a pistol on my side
Z-Ro carries a gun for protection
Screwed Up Click until it's over on the Southside
Z-Ro represents Screwed Up Click and his hometown
I keep my mind on my money, and money on my mind
Z-Ro is focused on making money
I ain't got no time no play, I'm on a 24 hour grind
He works hard all day and night
Haters wanna see me fallin' off of my game
Z-Ro's enemies want him to fail
They hatin' cause when they see me I'm havin' thangs
Z-Ro is successful and others are jealous
Dig these blues, if you jack me, I'm jacking you back
Z-Ro won't tolerate being robbed
Lookin' for a rap to get my groove back like Stella
Z-Ro is trying to find his inspiration
Still got a sack of that A-1 good yella
He has high-quality marijuana
With a baby glock, ready to rock up out fellas
Z-Ro carries a small gun for protection
Hit me on the cella, ain't a damn thang change
Nothing has changed about Z-Ro's phone number
Lyrics Ā© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: RALF DROESEMEYER, BJOERN TEUBNER, CUNNIE WILLIAMS
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