Lyrics:
one thing I don't understand
Fools pick up mics with powers to command and:
Mislead, misuse, misconstrue information brought to you by
Capital
you're in a gangsta scene
With a villain doin damage on a 24 track
With no confusion to finish my conclusion
Rythymatic rhymes from a radio cat
You can't
've had to pay my price
The things I did not know at first
I learned by doin' twice
Ah, but still they come to haunt me
Still they want their say
So
've had to pay my price
The things I did not know at first
I learned by doin' twice
Ah, but still they come to haunt me
Still they want their say
So
dirty down in New Orleans
The Rams won the Superbowl, I bought myself a ring
Whether you sparkle or you bling, don't matter same thing
Thug drinkin
you know that we own this
I nor go Dey use you dey catch cruise
I be by your side
Tell me what's on your mind
Give you that special smile
Give things
just got burnt by some candles
I misplaced my record and I smoked all my camels
The people in my kitchen got the shit up in a glass
And the presser
immediately
[Jeff] Lets, Lets Go
[Fresh Prince] I Got the call about eleven fifteen
Twelve o'clock arrived on the scene
Looked around and things were ill
year gotta call
By some new label trying to sign me
(Trying to sign me)
I was on the job at the time like
Damn this is good timing
(This is good timing)
at conversations
Playin' the same damn radio station, same old sad sad situation
I tried runnin and I tried drinkin, but your memory's stronger
Than what I
Bringing real rap back
[Chorus]
I'm tired of this foolishness
cll these lies, all theses fakers, all these actors
I'm offended by these ring-tone
Feel this composition, it's a brand new dub
First thing I did, was went to the pub
Tequila with worm, lemon, salt, and no rocks
Cause when it hits my
Feel this composition, it's a brand new dub
First thing I did, was went to the pub
Tequila with worm, lemon, salt, and no rocks
Cause when it hits my
When I was 14 years old
I heard this band on the radio
They were singing songs about all the small things
And I liked them right away, I wanted
knuckles stayed bone dry
But after supper I kept hearin' her
By the kitchen radio
Singing sweet but desperate harmony
A little bit too low, oh
A little
press fast forward
Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hit's, well
I don't give a shit, so
Rap mags try and use my black ass
Driving by on the highway
Might not look like much at all
And just a few stoplights and county road signs
And the field where I played ball
Yeah,
on a gravel road
Car wheels on a gravel road
Can't find a damn thing in this place
Nothing's where I left it before
Set of keys and a dusty suitcase
Car
on a gravel road
Car wheels on a gravel road
Can't find a damn thing in this place
Nothing's where I left it before
Set of keys and a dusty suitcase
Car
thing
Happen, the rest of y'all, eat dirt
I'm rollin' in the 'Mackmobile', I'm back for real
One hundred percent, pimp-motion, that's the deal
Back
When I’m in Miami when I’m in Atlanta
The radio sound like I’m in Miami
When I’m in New York
The radio sound like I’m in Miami
So you feel like now,
Here here we go from Japan to Romeo
My flow is slow and it's ya know my first time on radio
Now some say I'm foul, some say I'm wild
And that all
I don't want to let another minute get by
They're slipping through our fingers, but we're ready to fly
The night'll be our cover and we'll huddle
I don't want to let another minute get by
They're slipping through our fingers but we're ready to fly
The night'll be our cover and we'll huddle
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