Lyrics:
There once was a kid by the name of Dave
Who stayed in the mix and never ever obeyed
He paid no attention to the shit
That was taught to him
Always
going back
No, you can't make me
Never going back, never going back (nah)
They'd never take me
I've paid enough of petty dues
I've had enough
the sons
All were welcome, all would come
We went all the way
All the way down
We went all the way, all the way
I was King, Mr. Cool
Just
You're mad if you think that I'm bad at this
Too bad if you think that I'm Mad for this
These dues that I paid my, like An A.I
Can't put me in a box
a second job
Gone with the sun 'til six o'clock
Whatever it took to get by, she was gonna do
Didn't dawn on me back then but now I see
Without them, I
stream.
Says Mr. Catfish, "What does you mean?"
Caught Mr. Catfish by the snout,
And turned Mr. Catfish wrong side out.
Turkey in the straw, turkey in
D-D-D-Do that
I got friends with money, and I got money too
So we put it together and let
You pick what to do and then we do it!
(Young paid nigga
Please Mr. Edminton Mr. Edminton tell me that you'll agree
And I'll untie you from that chair presently and get you away from here.
I'm judging by your
brews
You want to know where I have been
Just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she
I've got the payola blues
Even though I already paid my dues.
Listen to me Mr. D.J., hear what I've got to say
If a man is making music, they ought
Still playing the same, still young at the game
Never talk down on a player's name
Cause I'm big time, paid all my dues
I'm rich and famous and way too
Yo Lionel, I went by the bar man, guess they told me outta jail?
Who dat?
They said Mr. Trouble's outta jail!
Mr. Trouble dem outta jail?
They
problably worked at tha tity bar
We see yo tittys and yo ass got u pretty far
Fly bitches aint impressed by a lil gold
But soakin wet off the power that
I'm bloody too
Ten racks I give you two
Ten racks, I need a few
Ten racks, gon' pay my dues
I don't like your middle man
Boat life like Gilligan
While I'm doing my time due to circumstance
Cross that bridge, face the consequence
Once pretend now I paid my dues
Risk takers we break the rules
Get
sorry
And I'm looking like I don't play no games, nah, nigga don't try me
Been that nigga that's been spitting that
Paid dues like a motherfucking
on Calvary's hill
I don't know about y'all but that gives my soul chills
By his garment we are healed
His glory is now revealed
The enemy just knew he won
How
know for certain I can talk about the blues
One thing's for sure, you know I paid my dues
Ask me any day, tell you what I say,
I can't complain
take mine
I'm just tryna make way for my bloodline
Gotta make a way for my bloodline
So make way, nigga, in due time
Paid dues and I'm due mine
Tryna
Been overlooked, been slept on
Been started but I just keep going
Been up, been down
Payed dues, earned stripes
Been in lawsuits, welcome to my
meadowlark
Now if you should cop a gander when I'm kissing my chick
Needless to remind I'm gonna have the decency to exit due but quick
Say but what if Mrs
Money is an issue, and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle
Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle
And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part
Fat Joe the Don!
And Mr worldwide reporting live from the east
Ross the boss, Mr mauricio
I know paper, can buy the newspapers
Millions now, billions
found fo bout 4 or 5 days
Lil Wheezy in tha pen fo bout 4 or 5 days
Look he ain't in tha hood fo bout 4 or 5 days
Better not tell me shit when I
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