Lyrics:
Y-Gen, motherfuckers (Fuckers)
Till the end, motherfuckers (Fuckers)
Reboot when the notorious CPT
Settle disputes in interviews on who shot who
Cos now
out with all disrespect"
These rappers don't like me when I interfer
And I know these boys, they ain't feelin' me clear
But I got 'em all by the ear
throwin up subliminals
I can get him touch with out fucking up my mental
Ion wanna talk about no hoes in my interviews
Ion wanna talk about dese rappers
young and im lit
Staydown by myself now I'm poppin My shit
I could flip me a hunnid but niggas is rich
Ion kno Nuffin but dracin his r.i.p.
Could be that
pretty I'm living proof
I ain't in the I ain't in the mood for no interviews
Calluses in my hand, I ain't no stranger to putting the work in!
Werkin',
guck' dein Interview und werd' sofort zum Misanthrop
Ich schreibe hunderttausend Hits, Mann, ich bin Dieter Bohlen
Yeah, scheiß auf Drive-by, ich mach
you don't know part of Stak
Drop bombs like quarterbacks, be -52's
Went from interrogation to magazine interviews
Most of my life the situation was win
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INTERVIEW AT THE HOTELBAR
Can I ask you a stupid question? I heard that you have been influenced a lot by ""The Ubiquitous
green I got that cabbage
Bitches envy bitches maddest
Cut in line, can't wait my turn
VERSACE on my skirt
See me doin' donuts by the beach
Bitch I might
And now I've been revived by your love and affection
When the sun comes up till when it goes down
You know that I will always keep you safe right here
of things I haven't done
The week flies by like an aeroplane, that's got no destination
And now it's already Wednesday - How'd three days get wasted?!?
You about to give up
Put your dreams on the shelf
One thing you have to remember
God won't leave you by yourself
When your mountains seem high
interview
Subsidizing the drum programming you hear today
Only last week, I noticed that the colors of the
Lights in my studio are the same as the ones
against the stereo-mono-typical
Visualising wealth is not applicable
Now, my brain cries out for me to read
With movement inspired by Johnsy D and Benjy
steady ripping blacks spitting raps
Hitting cats for kicking wack
Lyrics to bitten tracks
My interviews say I said a
Few lines to diminish crews
Some
I was born down in the handle
I was brought up by the strap
When the devil starts to show up in your dreams
Then it's hard to get your dreams back
many times as a kid I seen you handcuffed by the cops?
You taught us black music, Sam Cooke, The Drifters, The Four Tops
Taught me about boxing, Ray
perspective like a third eye could, but ummm
Everyday is like a rat race
Try to escape, fall flat on your face
'Cause in between the shows and the interviews
Reciting to you an interview like Phil Donahue
Me and my crew, translate Los Angeles
Scandalous, like Watergate
Phil on the break, Phil on the break
Fill
gettin' by, that's the motion of Chi
Free and pain are identical, intervals of an inner-school
Lyrical what the spirit do, miracles when I interview
Yeah it's on, man
Like I can't even understand what the fuck this nigga's sayin', b, like
You know what? Fuck the interview, fuck it
Let's play
field nigga dues, don't question me, no interviews
It's gonna take a miracle to change the block and that's spiritual
Tactics for black kids, it's mind
Don't get cocky, kids'll not remember you
Be loyal to your fans and always tell the truth in interviews
Me, Prev, Rob, yo we do our job in intervals
And when I come around
Well I'll be good as new
So don't give up on me so soon
These interviews with who
Can't tell the rumors from the truth
Don't let
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