Lyrics:
Rock star borderline pop star
Fresher than a soap bar
Gengar in a sports car nigga
Trap star run shit like a track star
You niggas is some actors
But
show? Tellement idiot
What have you said? Fuck Silly
J'te rappel que t'étais live là like five minutes ago
Sur un rocher en train d'crier "listen to me ou
neither
Than black or white
We got some tracks
Love's above their fight
J'suis sous V, j'suis sous X
À deux doigts d'exploser
J'suis sûr qu'ils péteraient
(yeah)
Me, I just hustle and flow
Find a track, start and pimp on a ho
The block got hot, a nigga had to get low
Get the fuck outta dodge and hit
My uncle
your iPod player
Running in circles on these tracks
Only to roll in a cage and
You crashed like a NASCAR racer
I'm a gargantuan Hall Of Famer
On stage
25, 88
Learn the greats
Keep it low
Gettin' paid
Yeah, okay
(Keep it low)
(Gettin' paid)
(Yeah, okay)
25, 88
Here take this track for track
He gon'
Back in the days, this shit worked quite right
It was the music that got me by, music touch my soul
Music from the ghetto
Ain't nobody tell me how
on a 24 track
They like that ah
The hand clap followed by the mic
Check
No time for dinner
Five's out on the night shift
Shady eyes in the middle
I'm sick with them tools
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school
Fuck J's by da locker, come and holla, uhh
Out on my own, movin out with
můj gang more paid (Celej gang paid)
Za měsíc udělal dvacet, teď víc jak 60K (60K), ayy, ayy
Každej v mý crew má na sobě monogramy, legální byz
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
I'm sick with them tools
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school
Fuck J's by da locker, come and holla, uhh
Out on my own, movin out with
WHOO!
[Hook]
Memph' Bleek always smokin that la-la-la (HOO)
Beanie Sigel always smokin that la-la-la (HOO)
Kanye track smoke like la-la-la (HOO)
Now what sound of my d.j cuts
Terminators back on some ol' fools track
Takes a nation of sellouts to keep us back
Flippin' disco raps used to be
(We got London On Da Track)
You mad, nigga, your adrenaline rushin', it feel like a bus, but I'm whippin' the Wraith
Got my head to the ceiling,
didn't fold
It could've have been me it could been us
The j give common sense like hus
Peng girl ask iffa got feeling don't get lined by the bitch you
on
More than five Os in your bank, then get it on
Roll up, light that stank and get it on
Slank that fitted on, came to get it on
Hold up, she wanna work
say
Yeah it's venum with a V and I'm puffing on a J
Rolling up a couple G's just to get me through the day
Yeah it's venum with a V and I'm puffing
glad to say
Tech ain't need a track and turn me loose like J. Obama way
So you know I gotta do it like I'm spazzin'
I really get it crackin', never
Climbing into your mind with live rhyme display
J5 finds a way to remain supreme
Coming verbally Hardison as if my name was Kadeem
[Akil]
Hey yo my
Lil' Jon, Jennifer Hudson and Norah Jones
Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones
On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy,
on
More than five Os in your bank, then get it on
Roll up, light that stank and get it on
Slank that fitted on, came to get it on
Hold up, she wanna work
of the 5% an oral tradition's something you didn't invent and the fraudulent rap lyrics that you present. You're delousional if you think your good maybe you
Augmente la speed
Heh
On s'véleu tu reste assis
Plusieurs voix sur le track quand on rec la piste
Trip trop wavy
Rave pop LSD extasy
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