Lyrics:
know that Im splitting it
I hop up out the booth
The producer like bro you killed that shit
She aint wanna fuck me last night
This morning a different
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
(floor), chopper by the door (whoa)
I smoke too much weed, it's reekin' out my pores (strong)
Lil' bitty waist (woo), but she got ass galore
I just count
tonight
As a producer, I am used to makin’ the birds sing
We will make a smashin hit of that, I’m certain
Yeah later when you’ve had a taste of men
You’ll
producer name is Soundwave and he
Gives me beats by the batch
I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood
My
your attention
Oh that boy who do it love that's who I am
When I was born my mother was going crazy
She nearly lost her premature baby
ICU machines busy
producer
That won't do here
Go back pre-Illmatic
Feels problematic
And the producer is the artist
Can't run a race by yourself with no one to start it
So in
you know... fuck a producer
But shout out to my producers man, yall put me on
Yeah I love you
I don't know if I love you, but like not like that, but
like it's judo)
S/O my producer let's get it
(Yeah yeah nigga Hugo)
9-23-90 I planted my feet on the earth
S/O to my ma she a real one I'm glad you
down
But I'm a smart motherfucker you see
One of the best producers in the rap music industry
Gettin' paid like a motherfucker
A young brother, who don't
the morning
By the end of the day
You'll see me at the courts balling
Always carry my phone with me
Just in case someone is calling
But I'll never reach the top
move
Fly away to the moon
You the dopest tycoon
Bout to dive in her pool
Ain't cumming till noon
She ain't yelling to soon
No more space in the room
But
dollars once I'm found
Well I gotta get home to work it out
My producer said to write things down
I just don't know what the heck to write about
My wife
the senior
By then I would have graduated from the school of ruckus
Wyclef and Jerry Wonder, last of the producers
If the royalty ain't right, I put a call
the senior
By then I would have graduated from the school of ruckus
Wyclef and Jerry Wonder, last of the producers
If the royalty ain't right, I put a call
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
that knowledge for
She dissed me in high school, no reason to acknowledge her
Lead by example, I don't f*** round with no followers
Follow up
what you teach the little children
Make sure a nuh something to hurt them
Mind what yuh say to mi sista
She could be the next Prime Minister
(I say)
that I put in my application
It's shaded jay though
She do what I say so
Made this fucking beat
I might erupt like a volcano
You okay
But
Uh I'm great
I'll be your superhero
When danger arrives
I'll be by your side (uh)
You're my lucky dime (uh)
Wyclef told me call 911
But who do you call when
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
got drums
Eww, eww
I got
Multiple bitches just like a muslim
I'm an ass man, but I'll fuck with the bosoms
Would think she a gusher
By the way she was
cost me
Surround by bosses
Now my money longgggg
Verse 1 :
My bitch she had left
She told me i needed help
I told her that i needed wealth
Look
the digits in the bank account
She didn't want me then but now she want me now
She bring me back to the place and she naked now
Feeling like MJ by the way I
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