Music Video #29: Lawd Cheezus feat. JR Dot "I Ain't Got It All"

Music video by Baton Rouge's Lawd Cheezus, featuring B.R.'s JR Dot--total of 1/2 of Down Bad--"I Ain't Got It All", produced by EQ Tha Misfit. Video shot in Baton Rouge, LA, done by FrankieThaLuckyDog.
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Lyrics:
[Intro: Lawd Cheezus]
Dumb, stupid, crazy, ig'nant.
A Baton Rouge nigga that reside in Mall City.
Dumb-dumb, stu-stupid, craz-crazy, ig'nant.
A Baton Rouge nigga that reside in Mall City.


[Hook: Lawd Cheezus]
My teacher couldn't help me, my preacher couldn't help me.
My people couldn't help me; look at the hand they dealt me.
That liquor couldn't help me, that killa couldn't help me.
My mama tried to tell me but that didn't help me.
No, I ain't got it all; bitch, I'm throwed off.
Bitch, I'm throwed off; bitch, I'm throwed off.
No, I ain't got it all; bitch, I'm throwed off.
Bitch, I'm throwed off; bitch, I'm throwed off.
No, I ain't got it all.


[Verse 1: Lawd Cheezus]
I don't think you wanna cross my path.
'Cause I'm a psychopathic, schizophrenic, sociopath.
I'm Michael Myers when it comes to the hoes I done stabbed.
And, I mean that in every sense.
Saved up 'bout a stack, got a zap; I've been in the trap ever since.
Hood pharmacist; come and get your medicine.
Don't trip, no script for the medicine.
Big clips for you Afro-Americans.
If you slip, get gypped for your pelicans.
He got straight water-whipped on the pelican.
If the people come, time to go to jail again.
Whatchu think my people for? Time to post they bail again.
If ya hatin' on me, fuck ya; go to Hell, then.
Hope you die, come back, die, then go to Hell again.
If it ain't payin' what you sayin', it's irrelevant.
Negligent, homicide.


[Hook: Lawd Cheezus]
My teacher couldn't help me, my preacher couldn't help me.
My people couldn't help me; look at the hand they dealt me.
That liquor couldn't help me, that killa couldn't help me.
My mama tried to tell me but that didn't help me.
No, I ain't got it all; bitch, I'm throwed off.
Bitch, I'm throwed off; bitch, I'm throwed off.
No, I ain't got it all; bitch, I'm throwed off.
Bitch, I'm throwed off; bitch, I'm throwed off.
No, I ain't got it all.


[Verse 2: JR Dot]
Came to the club, so I can really vibe.
It was on, on the strip; I was buckin' in my ride.
And, the police shut it down; now, I'm 'bout to go inside.
The bouncer buy dubs, just to skip the line.
That's what you do when your money right, feelin' like Level nah.
Fell off in that bitch, feelin' good on my level wit it (wah!).
Nigga ole lady come down out in my vicinity.
Ain't no sense in hatin', boy; you don't want no bustin' (no).
We can take it to that level; get it up there, if you choose to.
Yeah, I might be small but don't let my size fool you.
Head kinda shaky, man; I got a couple screws loose.
I don't think you wanna play me; it ain't no maybe, I'll blues you.
JR, Down Bad / labeled the psycho.
Leave pussies bloody, like a bitch on they cycle.
My advice, think twice; approach me with caution.
I'm throwed, like a 50-yard bomb approaching.


[Hook: Lawd Cheezus]
My teacher couldn't help me, my preacher couldn't help me.
My people couldn't help me; look at the hand they dealt me.
That liquor couldn't help me, that killa couldn't help me.
My mama tried to tell me but that didn't help me.
No, I ain't got it all; bitch, I'm throwed off.
Bitch, I'm throwed off; bitch, I'm throwed off.
No, I ain't got it all; bitch, I'm throwed off.
Bitch, I'm throwed off; bitch, I'm throwed off.
No, I ain't got it all.


[Verse 3: Lawd Cheezus]
Dumb, stupid, crazy, ign'ant.
A Baton Rouge nigga that reside in Mall City.
I be young & ruthless, makin' digits.
Act a damn fool when I come to y'all city.
Lafayette, Opelousas, Monroe, Shreveport.
Take it to H-Town, then we hit that East Coast.
NY, Carolina, then we hit Georgia.
Miami, here we come; time to hit Florida.
Backstage, we got pretty women waiting.
In L.A., yeah, Californiacation.
Dumb shit, yeah, bitch, I be throwed off.
Real retarded but I ain't slow at all.
I'm a pitbull (yeah), yeah, I'm a dog (yeah).
Woof, woof, muthafucka! Like Snoop, muthafucka (woof)!
I'm just a throwed-off nigga.
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