Strange
Tela Feat. Crime Boss & Mr. Mike Lyrics


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Ss..ss..uh..uh..smoke that
Uh..ss..ss..hit it
Ss..look bitch..bitch hit it uh

How many niggas want to ride tonight, die tonight, survive tonight
How many niggas want to ride tonight, die tonight, survive tonight
How many niggas want to ride tonight, die tonight, survive tonight
How many niggas want to ride tonight, die tonight, survive tonight


With Mr. Gun-Clapper blast, who got murder for that killer slash
Thug rapper, as these niggas begin to come after
Me in the middle of the night
Is it Mr. Mike or did I change my name to Victor
In the middle of the fight
Quiet, shh, on the set, light up ya blunts and cigarettes
The richer G's get, the bitcher these niggas
My picture gets painted like Leonardo de Vinci, fully of envy
Texas was the spot niggas got shot and fucked ya memories
Send me the flyest MC that's tryin' to see
And Suave come pound, they got hung, broke down to the highest degree
Well I be, the bitch want to fuck Mike for free
Either slide me a G or get the fuck up out my ride see
My oozy weighs a ton, when you niggas see me run
Got game to fuck a nun, blame my gun
I leave you shakin' son of a bitch, I'm rich
I'm quick to hit chu' up (Nigga)
It's them strange motherfuckers that don't give a fuck


I was born and brought up where these streets be the key
Erasin' suspicious and heartless niggas on the streets
Some live in poverty, even though a nigga be slangin' dope
And dodgin' the Feds cause them bastards want me broke
Back flashes of prison, for ninety days I'm doin' bad
No money for books so every day I'm livin' mad
Born to be tough through all these miseries and pain
Standin' strong through these struggles of this deadly game
Visions of body bags and my homies closed caskets
Illusions of prison and pistols pressures that I blastin'
I'm out to live with no time to play
I got the tendencies to kill in relentless ways
Straight up, cause life is a trick bitch, if you weep and reek
You stuck outta luck, seekin' for relief
Too much destruction, they claim we gotta make a change
So much trouble between each other cause ya ghetto life is strange

Philosophically, psychologically ya fixin' to be fucked
We goin' on this ride and ya bitch I'm gon' seduct
Nigga what, do I give a...
Ask the mound killer
Faces I remember they say dump him in the river
New Year's Eve 1999 nigga
Virtual reality, galaxy gettin' slicker
Me and Crime Boss and a nigga named Mister
Mike to a flight, had some glitz to deliver
Headed back to the Suave castle
I had to wrestle with this transvestite who had a dick like a lasso
In this castle was a midget with banana clippin'
Bootleg sniffin' or Mr. Mike'll fuckin' wicked
Ways infared waves hit his fuckin' chest
Blew his ass to bits, particles of green shit




It really goes to show ya that shit ain't changed
In year 2000 life still be strange

Overall Meaning

This song is a representation of the harsh reality of life on the streets, particularly in Southern America. The lyrics are a conversation between three rappers who indulge in smoking weed, while discussing the violence and struggles that come with their way of life. The chorus repeats the question, β€œhow many n****s want to ride tonight, die tonight, survive tonight?” which emphasizes the brutal nature of their surroundings, and the risks they face when going out on the streets.


Mr. Gun-Clapper is mentioned in the first verse, a symbol of violence and protection, the person who β€œblasts” when necessary. The singer is aware of the dangers they face in the middle of the night, unsure if the person they see is Mr. Mike or Victor. The rappers allude to the envy that is present in their lives, the constant need to prove oneself in a world that constantly feels like it’s out to get them.


The second verse focuses more on personal struggles, particularly related to poverty, prison, and the loss of friends through violence. The person’s tough exterior is shown to be a way of coping with the difficult times, and the visions of body bags and closed caskets serve as reminders of the constant danger that they live in. Ultimately, they question whether change is possible when so much trouble is caused by people’s own ghetto lives.


Line by Line Meaning

Ss..ss..uh..uh..smoke that
Let's smoke and get high


Uh..ss..ss..hit it
Pass it over here so I can take a hit


Ss..look bitch..bitch hit it uh
Hey girl, come smoke with us


How many niggas want to ride tonight, die tonight, survive tonight
Who's ready to join me on this dangerous journey?


With Mr. Gun-Clapper blast, who got murder for that killer slash
I'm armed and dangerous, and I'm looking for someone to kill


Thug rapper, as these niggas begin to come after
My aggressive lyrics are making me a target for violence from other rappers


Me in the middle of the night
I'm always on edge, ready for anything to happen


Is it Mr. Mike or did I change my name to Victor
I'm living such a dangerous life, sometimes I feel like I'm living a different persona


In the middle of the fight
I'm used to having to defend myself and fight for survival


Quiet, shh, on the set, light up ya blunts and cigarettes
Be quiet and enjoy the drugs and cigarettes


The richer G's get, the bitcher these niggas
The more money you have, the more people will be jealous of you


My picture gets painted like Leonardo de Vinci, fully of envy
My reputation precedes me, people are already envious of my success


Texas was the spot niggas got shot and fucked ya memories
There have been many violent incidents in Texas that are hard to forget


Send me the flyest MC that's tryin' to see
I challenge any rapper who thinks they're better than me to come forward and prove it


And Suave come pound, they got hung, broke down to the highest degree
I've seen many people lose everything and hit rock bottom


Well I be, the bitch want to fuck Mike for free
Women are attracted to me because of my dangerous reputation


Either slide me a G or get the fuck up out my ride see
Either pay up or leave me alone


My oozy weighs a ton, when you niggas see me run
I carry a heavy gun and I'm not afraid to use it


Got game to fuck a nun, blame my gun
I'm not afraid to take advantage of anyone if it means I can benefit


I leave you shakin' son of a bitch, I'm rich
I'm so wealthy and successful that I can make you tremble with fear


I'm quick to hit chu' up (Nigga)
I'll attack you without hesitation


It's them strange motherfuckers that don't give a fuck
I'm one of those reckless people who doesn't care about anything


I was born and brought up where these streets be the key
I grew up in tough, dangerous streets where only the strongest survive


Erasin' suspicious and heartless niggas on the streets
I've had to get rid of people who posed a threat to me without any remorse


Some live in poverty, even though a nigga be slangin' dope
Some people in my neighborhood are still struggling despite their involvement in drug dealing


And dodgin' the Feds cause them bastards want me broke
I have to be careful to avoid getting caught by the FBI, who want to ruin my life


Back flashes of prison, for ninety days I'm doin' bad
I have traumatic memories of being in jail for three months


No money for books so every day I'm livin' mad
I have nothing to distract me from my anger and frustration


Born to be tough through all these miseries and pain
I was raised to be resilient and strong despite all the struggles and hardships I face


Standin' strong through these struggles of this deadly game
I'm determined to keep fighting and stay alive in this dangerous life I've chosen


Visions of body bags and my homies closed caskets
I have traumatic memories of friends who were killed and buried


Illusions of prison and pistols pressures that I blastin'
I have nightmares about being imprisoned again and the constant threat of violence


I'm out to live with no time to play
I'm not wasting any time, I'm living life to the fullest


I got the tendencies to kill in relentless ways
I have a natural inclination towards violence and won't hesitate to hurt someone


Straight up, cause life is a trick bitch, if you weep and reek
Life is harsh and unpredictable, don't show your weaknesses or you'll be taken advantage of


You stuck outta luck, seekin' for relief
If you're looking for an easy way out, you're out of luck


Too much destruction, they claim we gotta make a change
There's too much violence and chaos, it's time for society to address these issues


So much trouble between each other cause ya ghetto life is strange
People in the ghetto are pitted against each other and face unique challenges that outsiders can't understand


Philosophically, psychologically ya fixin' to be fucked
If you think too much about the horrors of life, you'll lose your mind


We goin' on this ride and ya bitch I'm gon' seduct
We're about to do something dangerous, and I'm going to charm and manipulate whoever I need to


Nigga what, do I give a...
I don't care what you think or say


Ask the mound killer
That's the kind of person I am, I'm a killer


Faces I remember they say dump him in the river
I've killed so many people, it's hard to remember all their faces


New Year's Eve 1999 nigga
This happened on the last day of the 20th century


Virtual reality, galaxy gettin' slicker
Technology is advancing rapidly, and everything is becoming more sophisticated


Me and Crime Boss and a nigga named Mister
These are the people I hang out with, and we're all dangerous and reckless


Mike to a flight, had some glitz to deliver
We're leaving town, and we're bringing drugs or weapons with us


Headed back to the Suave castle
We're going back to our headquarters, where we're safe and in charge


I had to wrestle with this transvestite who had a dick like a lasso
I had a strange and dangerous encounter with a transgender person


In this castle was a midget with banana clippin'
There are some strange and dangerous people who hang out with us


Bootleg sniffin' or Mr. Mike'll fuckin' wicked
We don't tolerate anyone who doesn't follow our rules


Ways infared waves hit his fuckin' chest
We attacked and killed this person with our weapons


Blew his ass to bits, particles of green shit
We killed him so violently that his body was destroyed and there was blood everywhere


It really goes to show ya that shit ain't changed
The world is still just as dangerous and unpredictable as it was before, despite advances in technology and society


In year 2000 life still be strange
Even though we've entered a new millennium, life is still as difficult and dangerous as ever




Lyrics Β© BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JEAN PAUL MAUNICK, ANDY SCOTT, RAY SIMPSON

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Comments from YouTube:

Chris Workman

Damn shit still goes hard! This was back when I would actually buy an artist album. You couldn't pay me to support this new age garbage shit these days!

Eddie Bell Jr

These young cats can't even imagine what they missing!!!

Randy the Bearded Dragon

On life

TONY63557

One of The best to ever do it. Mr
Mike !!

Cat Daddy

One sick ass bassline!!!

Sean Cusick

Yep.. this is one of the song everyone enjoyed within 1 mile of my car as I drove around by in the 90s

Grand Fury

I remember all of us buying this album just to hear that Crime BossΒ verse to come thru!

Derrick Pennie

Sunnyside frfr.!

Derrick Pennie

Sunnyside shit baby!

Lord Finesse Clan Since 96'

This is some real rap right here. 2018 rappers take notes because the verbal glock is pointed at your dome. This is πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

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