Lyrics:
That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you
That's right all you bitch made motherfuckers trying to step on your toes
Drive by let you go we mob all the time on the south side
All you
JEANS!!
[Chorus]
Best believe we get high, nigga
Best believe we get by, nigga
Best believe we get fly, nigga la, la, la, la, la
Best believe we get
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
my scars, out here tryna cover The Fader
Yeah, Pro Tools, knobs, and the faders
Tail picks, as-salamu alaykum
You ain't 'bout static like AM radio
[Intro: Redman]
Gilla House niggas
Check it out
('Cause I like it!)
[Verse 1: Redman]
Yo! I'm Ghetto Fab, hungry
Beastie Boy with (Brass Monkey)
I was born in 71' in Kansas City, MO
My momma was a heavenly one, so the fam was pretty slow
When it came to rap and R&B and plenty more
Check it,
Well, shit, check it out
I done found out that's there a fine line between brilliant (uh-huh)
And bein' plum loco (oh fo' sho', hell yeah)
Get
Just saw an alien saucer approaching from the sky
Radio contact has been attempted but cannot be established
Instructions are to prepare for
featuring The Reepz
Intro:
[Sound Of Radio in the background]
[Sound Of Woman and Tray Lee in the background]
[Phone
to hop for cars my nigga DJ Q
told me come on through 'cause he got a gang
of bitches that was down to do
Keep it poppin' since I'm from the big LBC
that's
You are now tuned into Read the room radio
Brought to you in part by the POC everywhere
Wheels look like the kush kingdom we ruled
All black nigga
Everlast is in effect
Gettin big respect
Then I collect big checks
1's, 5's, 10's, 20's
100 g's and I'm pullin honeys
Left and right, day and night
You gotta
Line for line without a .357 or a Nine
I Mash Out Posses when I Busta Rhymes
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 2 ]
Now it's Common Sense that I'm Notorious with
Hey, man, I know it's been a couple of days
Since I hit you up and I said, hey
But I just drove by your parents' place
Thought I'd check in
Yeah,
the numbers?
How much did you sell?
What's the radio spins?
How much shampoo can you sell with
Your face on it and shit?"
Remind me again why we in this shit?
Just saw an alien saucer approaching from the sky
Radio contact has been attempted but cannot be established
Instructions are to prepare for
get their money on
By makin you weak
Drowning in the sea of
Some big dose of now
No past no future
Let the young grow wild
Ain't gave em nuttin
Some
John do your thing thing
What? Check it
The all eye seein, heavenly divine
The truth brings out, the temper in my spine
A Hill sound again, feelin
to tell my fans
I got my shades, big rock star compared to Elvis
Signin' autographs for rappers while girls move they pelvis
Write songs quickly for
your radio, video, stereo and all that
To the vibes of the pro-Black
It's like that as I wind up my wrist
Check out the smack of the scientific fist
But
your radio, video, stereo and all that
To the vibes of the pro-Black
It's like that as I wind up my wrist
Check out the smack of the scientific fist
But
you can't take that back now
Gotta little buzz and all my ex's want me back now
Big flex all I need is a check not talking background
I might hit
hot then, check your flame
If what you spittin ain't hittin then, check your aim
Your record sales start to slip and then, Nelly to blame
Now who you
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