Lyrics:
keep it cool with me
I played it by the rules and the regulations
I use to switch cars with the Mexican at the gas station
Mine had money in it, his
clappin'
It ain't last
I be in class dreaming 'bout
50,000 fans up in the stands screaming out
Encore, yo I'm headed back to Philly
Nigga you rollin'
when the rents due
Yet thankless if things do improve
And nobodies moved by what you’ve been through
It's all about the groove the publics into
We was
and see, I gotta believe
When it all goes south, it all hits the fan
The sky falls down, that's a real good chance
To get a little stronger, work
intelekt
Jestem tu od lat i nie planuję zrywki
Wolę nowe nagrywki by mieć na kokę i dziwki
To był żart małolat weź się nie wczuwaj
Dragi to najgorsze zło
We love our fans
Special feelin' man, when you can talk to your fans
We answer all our Myspace
Through my travels, 8ball told me
He say V pay
When I was drug dealing, man (yeah)
I made a killing, man (yeah)
I'm not broke, I cop coke by the kilogram
Fuck how your feeling, man (what)
I'm
Tell a baddie hit me when she land
Fill up my pocket with bands, aye, yeah
(Great John On The Beat by the way)
Fill up my pocket with bands
They
I know you're somebody's girlfriend
But I know you ain't innocent, I can tell by how you lookin' That you're likin' what you're seein'
I can show
the box by the pair-em
High strung, my tongue got moves like Fred Astaire
Tally racker, I'm dapper, the rootin tootin rapper
I diggity-drops the funk so you
I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin by yourself mixed up
But I tried, I tried
another one on the way
If she give me an attitude
I'm killin' stage, the crowds of fans that would laugh at you
I'm rollin' up, while you can't smoke,
know I'm taxin' you double
I'm in the pocket like a runnin' back, run it back
I bought your new shit, hey, run me my money back
Fly by night, this
myself
I gotta climb out the grave myself, man I played myself
But when I look at all the fans I touched
I ask how can a man that's done so much, be
I got the screw tape playing in the deck
So I drive slowly got them swangers pokin
Yeh the slab hold me
Everybody know me X4
cooler than fan money
I'm glad he's still givin' to fans
We need more rappers like him, Hopsin and Joyner
I bet if we took like 80 percent of upcomin' rappers
And made 'em
it
If you wanna fall in love, I'm already in it
If you want a strong heart and a biggest fan
Baby I'm your man
We can take it slow, we can jump
By a cafe here I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
She said "No. Would you come home to me?"
And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy now won't
on the sidewalk
By a café where I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
She said "No - would you come home to me?"
And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy now
[Sammie]
Strike one, caught you by surprise
Strike two, right before your eyes
Pitch three, oooh I got you out
without a doubt, I got you out
(Lil' Bow Wow)
fan-filled
Fill this bitch up with fans you still won't blow my candle out
My "can do" spirit's in the house
And is possessing your possessions, did you
trip when I trip and fall in that Benz
I'ma bake the feature for the right pricing
Cake the beat, I'm just the right icing
See, I'm inspired by Neil
publicity that Harris
And Klebold were not Marilyn Manson fans –
That they even disliked my music even if they
Were fans, that gives them no excuse
Nor does
me and when he brings me in
Tell me I can be a star and reach far into peoples hearts
It's like the days going by like the hours
Now I feel the power,
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