Lyrics:
get rep to it
You get by on record but you wack on stage
So I'm blowing you up throwing hand grenades
[Parrish Smith]
That's why we roll
rich and have a lot of fans
And lots of girls to prove that I'm a man
To be number one - and loved by everyone
Getting drugged up with my trendy friends
Where am I?
You don't know where you are?
No, I don't
You're in Strangeland
Strangeland?
Yeah, Strangeland
Well uh.. how did I get here?
Well that's
it if it's in the mall
Seen it on the blogs
These motherfuckers cost
Yves Saint Laurent, you can tell by the fonts
I do what I want, wake up when it's
Walking on the beach, our toes in the sand
I can see us on the country side
Sitting in the grass, laying side by side
You can be my baby
Let me make you
gather round to hear my golden voice
'Cause when it's time to rhyme you know I get noice
Cruising like a fan boat on the glade
He'll tweak ass your
the daily news
I sit by the phone, waiting for it to ring
with my number
you no longer remember our game
since you got your fan club
all i do is wait up
Yo, I dedicate to this to you
To all my fans, keeping y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel when you
to reintroduce myself
My name is Hov (oh), H to the O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov
drop to her spine
She hit my 2 way, and I'm O.T. Dub like Ginuwine
She got me over here fiendin
Close my eyes and she there, that's how I know when I
gave pride to a man cub
Ain't no love in hip-hop
There ain't no keepin' up with the Bennetts
Ain't no diamonds in the chain but it's in the pendant
I
depend
No matter the problem, big or small
I'll face it head-on, with my fan standing tall
Ooh, ooh
Can't sleep without
Ooh, ooh
The fan on loud
Sleeping
the crowd move, but we not makin' no G's, and that's a no-no (yeah, uh)
Check it, a one-two, a one-two dope niggas in the Cadillac
They call us, went from
Penny
Watch a nigga ball
Fuck a car, I got skis
Tell 'еm jump, on my dick
Tell a fan, take a flick
Give a fuck, ain't got no pics
Jumpеd off
Black on the track for a minute
Look in my rhyme book, see murder like when I was a fan of No Limit
Ain't no gimmicks 'round here, this Compton, me, Doc
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
We flyin' the first class, up in the sky
Poppin' champagne
Livin' my life in the fast lane
I won't change by
niggas and they feelings, man?
All of this and I'm still the man
Thought of this when I was just a fan
But all this money wasn't in the plan
Now it's
wear it if it's in the mall
Seen it on the blog
These motherfuckers cost
Yves Saint Laurent
You can tell by the font
I do what I want
Wake up when
upset
It's just too much mess, I guess I must just blew up quick (yes)
Grew up quick (no) was raised right
Whatever you say is wrong, whatever I say is
The warden said he'd mail my letter
The chaplain's waitin' by the door
Tonight we'll cross the yard together
Then they can't hurt me anymore.
I
Johnny Gore on
stage by his hair"
"Come on guys, give the Gators a hand. I paid two dollars
just to see this ba, ba, band"
"And I ain't gonna let no loser,
know you understand
Maybe I should start by making gestures with my hand
Girl you're like a rising star and I'm your biggest fan
My sweet bonita diva
want to us)
(And that we won't retaliate?)
Protect my motherfuckin' self, by any means necessary (right)
'Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
Can we dutty wine
To some Ginuwine
Shimmy shimmy ya
Chanel no 9
When I'm driftin by
Smell like paradise
If it's do or die
We can air it out
We outside
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