Lyrics:
my boys drinkin them Naturdays
We pass the hours throwing die and shootin pong
In a couple more hours my mind will be gone
I'm just sittin here
distracted by all the myths and lies
They don't want any of us trying to read between the lines
But all they do is leave us hints and we can see their signs
We gonna send the hounds in
I said wait
Cause here I come
Here I come
Here I come
You boys get ready
Cause here I come
Here I come
Here I come
headed all for the disco
The D.J. plays your favorite blasts
Takes you back to the past, music's magic (poof)
Bump bump bump get bump with some flash,
the brand new 'lectric blue Bentley ridin' by
Hurt these clowns, anybody that want it
Let you borrow my crown, tell me why would you flaunt it?
Don't you
to get down
Sound of the funky drummer
Music hitting' the heart 'cause I know you got soul
Brothers and sisters
The Information Age
Got 'em seein'
Bitch don't worry bout me
I been working I been building blocks
While that boy was talking
I was making sure my music hot
I been making sure my music
[Intro]:
{Convict}
(Yeah, SHADY)
{Convict Music}
(Guess who's back)
Still here, haters
{Akon & Obie (Trice), Yeah}
Whatcha gonna do it
Home don't exist 'cause I'm fuckin' around
Hear me drive by, get high 'cause I'm bumpin' it loud
See me float high and die like I'm fucked by
Females and males
Both headed all for the disco
The D.J. plays your favorite blasts
Takes you back to the past, music's magic (poof)
Bump bump bump
[Intro]:
{Convict}
(Yeah, SHADY)
{Convict Music}
(Guess who's back)
Still here, haters
{Akon & Obie (Trice), Yeah}
Whatcha gonna do it
a century, I'm the man to 'em (I'm the man to 'em)
Label said, "Don't make none for the streets, just make some dance music" (cha, cha)
Said, "I can't, I
boy!
Last fuckin' time I'm gonna talk to you you hard-headed motherfucker
Come on daddy?
I didn't mean nothin' by it
But when it come to, fuckin'
headed all for the disco
The D.J. plays your favorite blasts
Takes you back to the past, music's magic (poof)
Bump bump bump get bump with some flash,
politics
For half a century
What has he done with it
Not a thing for you or me
Senile old man in the white house
He even admits he can't be trusted
I long
my music is lost sound
Cause they had us locked down.
They meaning sucka rappers had us heard past
Comic clowns who be making shit sounds and laughs
a pole, that’s embarrassing you’re like 50 years old. Country music I didn’t forget about you the whole genre is plagued by a lack of I.Q. You got your
Niggas changing they mind now
Broke boy need a time out
Every form of music mine now
Body any beat I find out
Don't need a feature I'm up now
Shawtys
the parents
Parents Is getting lazy no blaming
You know what 9 to 5s will do to yo soul
I hope that lil girl hear this music
And it start moving her soul
Show
spitter with a pro black agenda
Supported by the black referendum
And this only a sliver of the splendor
Homie it's the sensei
A dope boy with a flow no lo
Head on a swivel so them boys can't trap you
SIM card gone so the state can't track you
Keep ya mouth shut just in case they catch you
Crackers go
forward
And like post rock is what the underground is all about now
Music made to defy formality by any means necessary
The majors are just throwing out
suicide
Welcome to the 21st century
Where all your kids got adhd that's why these beats always be changing
Like where the fuck are we going
Where the fuck
Just play the music 'til I'm fallin' asleep
By any means is the same rules I play by
Cause slowin' down ain't no option for me
So I just stay up
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