Lyrics:
get you a professional
Like the Dow Jones I see you going up and down
That's profound
Let's make this California Love a lil' dirty south
This
get you a professional
Like the Dow Jones I see you going up and down
That's profound
Let's make this California Love a lil' dirty south
This
Yeah ladies first so watch me set it off even the brothers can't touch us
Professional Ballers is what they call us ain't no tellin' who we're
gorgeous
Bend it over from the back, snap one
What a portrait
(Deanna)
I wanna have a photoshoot in my room
Only if the photographer is you
Just put
'cause I'm a shell of me
Depression
Depression is a liar
It's infectious and death to desires
Don't suppress it, it's best to decide to
Seek professional
Of the photographer that my homie, then he brung
But it was a catch, he didn't want a nigga to rack
'Cause her and my homie were together, he'd give her the scratch
Yo, this is Nas with my Man DJ Clue
The Professional part two
Puttin' it down for you fake ass DJ's and shit like that
Straight outta Q.B.
they look at me they say he’s a professional flexer
She say she wanna move with me to California
Tired of fucking with lames shawty ready for a king well
photographers I try to hide
Ladies with lingerie cry, cause I wear protection won't come inside
Places get empty when I leave
Pay butlers 600 dollars a minute
and they ask
What job you do for a living
Tell them you are a professional
Photographer and you take
Professional photos at weddings and
Parties for a living
Analyse em
And you'll be surely arriving
Somewhere
In the midst of the crowd
I see a flare
A flash
Then I see her stare
Photographer was her
Dining commons
in the morning
And we're packed into a narrow recording
Studio in Burbank, California
The same studio where the 28-year-old rapper
From Philadelphia
Marketing Coordinator, Structural Genius
Bargaining Innovator facilitating you to planet like Venus
I'm too fat to be slim and too professional to be
photographer edit
fresh fish no dey fresh like this
and your back bouncing like bad check did
Stay with me make I see something to tell God
judgement day I no
on and carry on
Like carry ons about reading the room
I'm curious who's testing their level of comprehension
Peep professional photographers
Notice curiosity
Eh nak kahwin dala ni
Tapi takde photographer lagi Ła
Hmmm...
Ayy!
Jangan jangan risau kawan
Datang dekat bagan
Kami ambik gambar
Mesti tak kan jadi
Sometimes an albatross
Then at eighteen I decided I wanted
To be a commercial photographer
I rented a studio down by the docks
Which I shared with
Well I'm cracking one open with the boys by myself
And everybody thinks that I need professional help
But I don't wanna think about that anymore
the professional's always confidential, it's true
Then pete said "yo, you know mikey budafeuco? "
The mafucker cut my last shipment of bazooko
And laced it with soda,
at Budweiser Fest a photographer caught us kissing in the moment
Remember California Adventure you held my shades in your purse and they got broken
Remember
the weather, huh holy mother
Mmmh whatever, oh here's a photographer
Can you smile my lover (Cheese)
California, Chicago, New York
West Sicilia, Saint Louis,
Xzibit breakin' niggas down like H.I.V.
We gring rap to your city like B.E.T.
But still feel California
Is the place to be, Catashtrophy...
Tash:
Adaptation inevitable, gun violence, crack spot
Federal policies raid buildings and drug professionals
Anthony was the oldest of seven
Well respected, calm
as fuck in Southern California in the summer with the new nigga
She lost as fuck cause she got a million dollar pussy and don't know what to do with it
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