Lyrics:
Representation, it's British image
College is high school but they've just flipped it
Will it be good that my years are scripted?
I'll be at the top, what do you
an old purse
So just back off, take a bat to the back of your laptop
You don't belong in rap; he's a PC, me, I'm a Mac
And see, that's a fact
This is real
You know what I mean
'cause I'm not proud of our
Whole shit, it's like, you know what I mean?
I usually just make shit 'cause it look cool
But people's
trying to control you
Cuz girl I know that it takes some time
I gotta make you mine
There ain't a roster I keep, girl you the one in line
Raised by my
know, running in the Slick Rick
Bro, getting hit up by Big Daddy Kane. What the fuck, bro
Sorry I put it out like that, but it's facts, you know what I'm
you know how it go, they want the cat ate
Or they finna give a nigga mad hate
Name in they mouth, and I know that shit'll leave a bad taste
But I treat
just
She just crying, just bawling, in tears
You know, she just runs past me, so I asked her, "Yo, what's wrong?"
She just slammed the door, she don't
What you know about taste?
What you know about me? Not a got damn thang
You just judge by what you heard but that shit be lame
Nigga fuck fame,
is what you make of it
And I'm makin' a lot of it
See that's a quadruple entendre
Jay Z eat your heart out
Joell Ortiz, Brooklyn, New York
But
uh, yo)
Yeah, yeah
Guys you know you'd better watch out (yeah, uh)
'Cause girls, some girls are only about (some guys, some guys are only)
That
mean?
PRINCETON
What about that special Monster School you told me about?
KATE MONSTER
What about it?
PRINCETON
Could someone like me go
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
The thing about love, love, love
It'll make you do some crazy things
The thing about love, love, love
Is you know it when you feel it
And that's the thing
" (huh)
How about you wanting to be just like you?
You can do what I do, just in your own way
Shit, I dip niggas that ride dick every fuckin' day
everyone get haps
Jumping about, shouting brap, brap
Doing bare tings with their hands
That's how you know man's got bare fans
You ain't got no one but cats
getting stronger, minutes take a second's time
(Nights are getting longer, minutes take an hour's time)
PC:
Would it hurt for you to say what's on your
nine yards, you know what I'm sayin', man?
Nah man, that's not me man, I can handle my liquor, man
I just go to have a good time and dance, man
nine yards, you know what I'm sayin', man?
Nah man, that's not me man, I can handle my liquor, man
I just go to have a good time and dance, man
but my music they boppin' it
Niggas know what I bring to the table
Don't listen to my music now back then you was ungrateful
Back when I made "PC" I was
drank
I don't know what plants think but the feeling of raising one
Is ten times the hentai that makes you go "oh"
I want one with thick thighs and then
a mystery man
I didn't know much about him, but he's been in the can
Name's Jason, he's a bad boy with no reasoning
To be honest, I don't know what Les'
disappear
Swoop, out your body, gone in a flash
You wouldn't know what hit like your PC crashed
Yeah, that's how the merciless roll
Feet not on the pedal
the face, and they know the name
Drop that pussy bitch
What you twerkin' with?
Work, work, work, work, bounce
Work, work, work, work, bounce (what ya
Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by
I've been gone for a minute, I haven't called (baby-by-by-by)
I know that you're not home, work in the morning
You can't sleep,
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