Lyrics:
the Boondocks of Compton, California
I'm just anxious to whoop some ass
I went to high school, but I flunked every class
So what makes you think I give a fuck
Whether it be casualties from your side of the line or mine
I'm in the line of duty amputations by the tooley
Dirty South here to ruley, consequences moody
Hook/Chorus - ( Running running running running running to the paper) x3
1st Verse -
I’m doing dreads in my 50s, got me feeling lyk Jay Z, got me
frontin'
Before I come like Osama and start bombin'
These niggas fugazi and goin' against me, is you crazy?
I got that blueprint Jay-Z and all that big
thought no God can save me
Had to brush my shoulders off..Jay-z
Walk with my people they all follow
Hope was gone praying for a better tomorrow
No love no
the keys don't work than you slam that shit
What if jay z stopped when they told him no
When your back's against the wall is when you truly grow
If i got
prove I'm better by bar
And keep up the beats so stay in your seats
And stand up clapping if you feeling this heat
You talk like A Team you just just hot
Between me and you
Someones fronting
No Jay-Z
No Neptunes
With all due respect, dude
I know that you're a freak
And I'm trying to see what that neck do
he's a lyricist?
To drink from my flippin sink is a privilege
Copy Jay-Z and make your fingers a pyramid
Keep making soulless music your fans buy
But jam
spend it, spend it
Spend it m-M-Mazel tov
Champagne by the case loads, case closed
Playin' Jay Z
Change flows while I change clothes
Maintain hoes,
to you
I'll tell you what Jay-Z told me
"Hoes will get you sidetracked then
Clapped from close feet"
Distracted from tasks by ass
I know it's tight
But you
through
Listening to some old-school Jay-Z
In a bucket
Come through with a bucket on like, "fuck it"
Looking like Fredrick Douglass
With the lil' cut in my
to some jay-z
Keeping my ego deflated, while trying not to get jaded
Work my shit out when it happens, try not to bottle up hatred
Spent your whole paycheck
sittin' in the car with the Drakey
And I came way too far, let you play me
I play that stick like
Guitar 'til it's hazy
Washington Road, I'm the JAY-Z
This
busy doing numbers
Came a long way off the corner, ain't no label could persuade me
I'm in New York ridin' in a foreign feelin' just like Jay-Z
Double
to everybody who was drinking Hennessey all night
Or all you dumb motherfuckers who bought that Ace of Spades champagne
Because Jay-Z put it in his new video.
This might sound crazy but Imma do a song with Jay Z
With Dre on the beats and libs by Slimshady
And do this video you know like really ill, word
****
On these streets scratching for my keep, grinding for my people
When you're not treated equal, it's so hard to live legal
Will my seed deceive em,
Who's gonna be the GOAT? Not me
Ain't gonna train for the UFC
You're protein shaking the money tree,
on a 12 step plan to meet Jay-Z
You‘re busy
ain't need favors (yeah)
God damn I be gettin' high
Doesn't mean I'm getting lazy (Nah)
Teachers teaching 'bout Reagan
I'm tryna be Jay-Z (Wooh)
Only
Stuck up in the ghetto when them robbers are plotting
It's popping, I love 'em, drop em if there honestly shotting
Them nerds try'na act goonie
Tell
amazing
Destiny on his side like Jay-Z pushing up daisies
A breath of fresh air, the best there is
Like getting in the electric chair and live
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