Lyrics:
I've got that mountain music in me
But not since I was born
I learned about it yesterday
From a CD-ROM
I've got that mountain music in me
I'll
Dressed up neatly for fucking with a BG
S been Ready to Die like BIG first CD
Told you I was coming
You niggas didn't believe me
Knock down the door to this
One, one two
Check me out right here, yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's
One, one two
Check me out right here, yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's
the rack suit, Hazmat
Suitcase full of brass tacks
Job interview might coulda had a laugh track
Must've smelled a rat, or the Gorilla Glue
Cheap shoes
Either
room the ventilate
Get the security tape, and then escape
Through a gate by the freight elevator
cd's pulling up, let's break from the caper
We
get on
They did wrong, more spins than a CD-ROM
The dick long
From a distance they can see me calm
I'm headstrong, more influence
Than Lele Pons, koran!
I was sidetracked tryna get up this p but one thing
Ima say is dont forget about me
Know that I was born to do this like I'm CD
Got this funny
One, one two
Check me out right here, yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's
momma, she don't have to work no mo'
I pay the bills by the flow from the studio
And I was out in the game by old players and G's
Hollerin 50
gone leave
And I'ma stay
You gone work
And I'ma play
I'ma go get some pay
I been uh
Getting stronger by the day
And the money longer yuh
No more eating
the lights, let party begin
Mix a little love, get the mood jumpin
From New York to Miami by ten
I think I'm ready to go
High, every time that we hit up our
I'm crisp like CD's on LP's in 3D
My funk respect it, cosmic injected
That cause me to Set It Off just like that club record
Hit it from the back,
really on
Used to have rhythms on my mp3 player
Burned them down from a CD ROM
I took a break, I was so far gone
Had to get back to the roots I'm from
If this don't work I'ma trap again
My bitch don't work by the ass again
I got a badass designer bitch, look like she work at Saks Fifth
Got
studios who still give niggas favors
On the mixin' and mastering, puzzlin' and
Plastering the tracks together on tapes, C-D's, wax or whatever
This is for
recordin my album, send in producers with wack tracks
And DAT's, messin up my whole format
Can you imagine somethin on the kneeboard with Con-Funk-Shun?
all natural homeopathic
With these flames I'm like David Blaine homie it's magic
I saw you in half with a paragraph written
By a beast off his leash out
to the same old cds
This is for the kids in the clubs and the street
Talkin' 'bout you work three deity
Get on the dance floor where the music is free
Ã'"Face 2 Face+2 bonus trackÃ'" japanese-only bonus track)
Performed and produced by Babyface
Verse 1
I will leave the light on for ya'
With a plate
part on the ride side
I insisted on maxing out the treble on every track so everything would sound clear
This is a huge mistake by the way
Real sound
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
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