Lyrics:
seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by
most consistent, realest stories
Most charisma, I set the most trends
And my interviews are hotter, holla
I jog in the graveyard
Spar in the same
Announcer: (Mitch Mitchell)
Good evening ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to radio station exp. tonight we are
Featuring an interview with a very
How'd'ya like a mansion in Manhattan
And a cosy cottage by the sea?
How'd'ya like to dress in silk and satin?
Baby, have a little dream on me
How'd
with her eyes
I was trying to do an interview and telling them all lies
Last year in the summer with a Tiffany lamp over her head
They were asking
seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by
get snaked, you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo
tits with an open mouth
The interview up outta that Oprah house
You know I love it when it's pokin' out
You know I'm thuggin' even in the drought, you
luck it never landed (Nah)
Stuck on your block forever stranded (Yea)
I live by the 10 crack commandments
Either you earn respect or you demand it
It's
of them
They talk slick and wondering why I be son'n them
I said bitch I'm a mogul, yes I am global
I don't do Barnes but yes I am noble
Every interview yes
the conversation is about
Realization, self realization
And actually seeing your creativity
Happen in front of
You so the reason why I turn up
So much in interviews
Well I ain't fucking having it
I'm about to handle it
Bout to knock your lights out
Quick someone get a candle lit
Oh that interview we had?
Motherfucker
here in my shop by myself
But maybe some day I
Justin superstar in Norway
Justin
Breaking news: Justin on "Senkveld" tonight
Justin superstar in Norway
When a single mom goes out on a date with somebody new
It always winds up feeling more like a job interview
My mama used to wonder if she'd ever
by you so fast, got you sneezing, hachoo
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F Baby, now
I've been seeing all the guys
Come by and talk to you
Seems to me like it's without a break Uhhh
I'm too shy most of the time
Let me tell you girl
This
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool (lunch, brunch)
Considered a fool 'cause I
seven in the N.M.e.
Now the Melody Maker want to interview me
And ask about my politics and theories on religion
Now my record's up to number three
undressed (check it)
At every job interview, they're just so impressed (really?)
'Cause I got all my ex-wives on my chest (haha)
Over here is Clay Aiken,
seven in the N.M.e.
Now the Melody Maker want to interview me
And ask about my politics and theories on religion
Now my record's up to number three
I've got a question for you
Please grant me an interview
Don't want to read it in a magazine
Don't want to see it on the silver screen
Don't let
yeah)
Breeze by you so fast, got you sneezing, hachoo
They got the shivers, man, I got the fever
I gotta bring the hood back after Katrina
Weezy F
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is
How'd'ya like a mansion in Manhattan
And a cosy cottage by the sea?
How'd'ya like to dress in silk and satin?
Baby, have a little dream on me
How'd
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