Lyrics:
Say I won't go drop a double album, and rap double time on all dub-step
Got no producers, just me rockin' over beatboxin' by Dougie Fresh
Say I won't
and in reality you're clones of me
(Y'all can't wait for my album to come out to steal something new)
You should bow to the master!
(Worship me,
to the album and
not being sure why a Beachboy song would appear here, and reading a Rolling
Stone review.
I remember this Rolling Stone Magazine article
a radio hushed nearly
To silence the adults hovered around
Listening to a song and I asked
Why one song had to be
Played at a whisper while another
Could
out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we
Fatal Bazooka
J'baise le monde sans capote, j'ai plus de gosses que Bob Marley
Nique sa mère si j'finis pas dans le top album
Y a que du commercial
Cool & Dre
Back on the motherfucking Westside,
L.A.X niggas, yeah
Y'all know who the fuck I am
I'm free as a motherfucking bird I swear,
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
ausencia me esta abriendo un hueco
En medio del pecho
Y solo al cerrar yo los ojos
En cada parpadeo te veo
El álbum de mi cabeza
Solo con fotos tuyas
it's ya biggest fan
It's not even necessary to introduce who I am
by now, cuz we're good friends
Remember the letter I wrote, before Atlanta on Up In
The 411?
The '94 is here
We gon' have something new for y'all asses on this next album, man
Yeah, we gon' have something new for your asses
We going
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
of y'all were a little slow on that clappin'
Let's try it again, here we go now
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop, whoop
(Clap, clap, clap, clap) whoop,
'cross the world
You can put us side by side but there's no comparing
Y'all just not as good
I mean, I'm new to fatherhood but that shit been apparent
album, that shit be wack, your lyrics sound choppy, FNO, SPC, we been On top, you'll never stop me
Bitch, we go up like a rocket, why you talkin' outta
the chamber, y'all my road kill
Could pay a lot of bills for a dude y'all say got no skill
So what the fuck y'all expect me to do?
I guess I'll hand y
Okay okay alrighty
So we ended up getting through the whole album
Geez laweeze
So yeah we're gonna have to end it right here
So before we end it,
My rhymes are hot stuff
Snow White just rocked up
Y'all lies and all cut
And every time they do get represented its usually by a female
Thats
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
paix et de plénitude
Mais, putain, j'ai pas appelé cet album "Négritude"
Y'aura des mauvaises langues et des grandes gueules
Mais notre identité est
Ermstar on the Track
Up in the morning by 6
Not on the gram scrolling through pics
But I’m busy writing my album
Makin original shit like Netflix
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