Lyrics:
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
boom)
I'ma hit me an opp, nigga (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Hundred round drums, feel like the shit don't stop, nigga (brr)
Feel like the shit don
Oooh
That bass kicks
Just like when paranoia hit
Only one person in the room like it when I spit
Talking bout #1
Maybe more
But I'm not yet arrogant
brothers, so it hurt to hit the internet to find out that me and you don't fuck with each other
Over a miscommunication that probably could be fixed with
is the outcome, spend all my income, get by with out none, yeah
This is the outcome, spend all my income, get by with out none
Y'all best flex don
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is
Right under em' Vicky clothes
Hit mail roles and shail toles
And wife beatas, get Nike whifee
She in love with addidas
Ma, I'm in love with Anina
Chuck
don't know
I say collaborate record a promo
Wit more hits than Gary Barlow
More skills than Ronaldinho
We'll be making 10 tens the dough
eyes
Said whoever hit him for the average poor asshole
'Bout to be hit for they biggest surprise
Now meanwhile, still short on pot to piss in
Not
the thumbs up button
That’s why they watch but don’t hit subscribe
That’s why they started a podcast after I did
That’s why they listen to my music and act
my last album title song
but I understand it takes a year for niggaz to catch on
(hit em in the head dog) So let's get it on! yea
[Notorious
just send letters to anyone but I'm just so busy
I'd just don't want to upset her
Y'all got to admit that you hit me all the fucking time
When I said
Roses are red, violets are blue
Your ass looks phat and I wanna feel it too
Pardon me miss, don't mean to get you confused
But Could it be that
off these n*****
When they try to play the kid
Another hit song being sang by his kid
Don't mean to bring the children into it
But since you spoke
shift is real don't think I
Been in this gear before
It's funny how they finally hit it
And think of instant millions
Simmer down and hear who's hot soon
hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck
labels hang you by a rope now
Sold out
These labels leave your body coked out
No doubt
And on the day you overdose, count
All the album sales
be a hit
Along with the rest of the album it’ll get bought
Unless it just stays stagnant man, call it “Idle Thoughts”
Oh wait that is what I called it,
I am 10 albums in now
And no one you know
Gives you anything
Nothing is handed to you
So I gotta take it
And you know
Claim my claim
I am hip-hop
the
Uke and guitar and like singing stuff
She's great though
That's impressive
High key the best song on the album
Very consistently everyone's favorite
I
thugs don't cry
Looking at Stormz like "the cunt won't die"
Fuckboys soon get hit with the karma
Leave man pissed like he split with his partner
I
this planet full of aliens and we get captured?
Don't think that way my son
Everything gon' be fine, we finna have some fun
And if by chance we do
theater (uh-huh)
Yeah I don't need a man's wealth (yeah)
But I can do bad (bad) by my damn self (self)
And uhh
Who's got the illest pussy
A Town and don't you eva get it confused
Cause we the ones that sold it to
The dude that sold it to you
First album out the trunk I
Started makin some
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