Lyrics:
the feather
That good in the sky, got the kush from Cali control the weather
So hood, so hot, so what? Security wanna ban my record
Some fools on this, open up
to ask first. In the meeting, she has no idea how to act in front of record producers and she no idea how to start the conversation.
She looks
open spots
On the avenue, take my loot
And I'm baggin' you
Pimpin hoes that drive Volvo's and Rodeos
Flash the Roll, make her wet
In her pantyhose
Damn,
how to act
Picked up from school, open up the door hearing spiritual tunes
Now we headed back to your crib
You had a show at four that you would never
If I could write a hit record, record, record
I'd watch my problems disappear, move far away from here
If I could write a hit record, record, record
break a record like a DJ
That's a hundred fifty bottles in one night
I give that bitch some act right
Act right, act right
Money don't fold if it
rock for rock the record business man
Act like you know me, if I pull the strap and bring the pain
Act like you know me, if you see me on them twanky
You look like you're havin' fun
Open up your lovin' arms
Watch out, here I come
You spin me right 'round, baby, right 'round
Like a record, baby, right
And I live this way like every day
It's not an act
Jump in the Cadillac
I'm in the back
Shawty go and run the record back
You know it slap
You
kinds
Of new opportunities old business
Models are dissolving
Leaving the field wide open
For innovation it is
A time of sweeping change and revolution
you all haters
Open your dome before that long scope
Put your face in the stars like Carl Sagan
Walking around cross faded giving you
Those raw hay
rhymes in the place, people couldn't take it
The style I flowed, the way I shaked and baked it
Later on I made a record, and got recognition
Everybody's
collection
I make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'em
I can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's random acts
*(Phats Bossi)*
Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First nigga act up, first nigga gettin drugged out!
Throw up yo hands if you Thugged Out!
First
you're having fun and
Open up your loving arms, watch out
Here I come!
You spin me right round
Baby right round like a record
Baby right round round
Why can't I see anything you write
Why can't you sing anything you write
Why do you act backwards
Why don't you record
Why is your face always act
back
That's a sissy act
And don't call me kissing my ass
'Cause I swear to God this ain't just a song
I'm tryna prewarn you
Lethal, when I fucking
This for the record
Let's set the record straight
And if ya wanna see a demon let me demonstrate
This for the record
Let's set the record straight
[Mr. Eon]
This is a remix...this is a remix
"A-a-a-at-at night the open mic be invitin' me to rhyme"
High & Mighty, Wordsworth, Alkemist, Mr.
no baby)
(Call me later, alright?)
Every morning when I wake up and open my eyes
I check my pager to see what up with all of my wifes
They all
Dictator Records, Dictator Records
Veli Gang
25, 25
I put that money in front of you
You better act like you know what to do
Flipping them racks
records, TV, school books too
And who decides what's right to hear? You?
Hey PMRC, you stupid fuckin' assholes
The sticker on the record is what makes 'em
records, TV, school books too
And who decides what's right to hear? You?
Hey PMRC, you stupid fuckin' assholes
The sticker on the record is what makes 'em
shallow as drugs
Always catching the next flight, surface level every night
And as soon as your record dies
Career will be right behind
To each their own
I
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