Lyrics:
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
harder to play me
Than to fiddle backwards
Don't act like you knew my tactics
Cause when it hit's the fan
You know I stand last
I see through your true
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course, they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
fans like crack fiends
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda
Albums of G-packs
Ru and Frogg at?
I put my hood on like it was cold as fuck
West side Cedar Block and niggas know what's up
I'm with the shit though, my album drop,
Beep
Dr Dre
Ay ay Snoop whattup this your nigga dre
Ay man I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it out put
Beep
Dr Dre
Ay ay Snoop whattup this your nigga dre
Ay man I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it out put
a set up. But I’m still bout to make the trip. Got me spinning like a propeller. And I really wanna beat. Tell me why would I go a-cappella. It could
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album
[Verse 1]
My, first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would
fiya! Yes sir
We hit makin', hit breakin'
Party shakin', innovator
Groundbreakin', sole creator
We be the most anticipated
Hit makin', hit breakin'
now
Looking for the truth? You found a nigga
Thought I was a one hit wonder 'til I dropped the album, didn't it?
Thought I was just like you 'til I
still flame
But they love you on the come-up 'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they
And put my ugly ass face on the album cover
With are & be top ten hits
And we had Jodeci singing all over our shit (aaahhhh!!!!)
Fuck that, though, yo,
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is
the streets
Dropped another album, make sure everybody eat
Cappu hit so hard, you gotta double back the thing
He gonna make a hit, be by himself or with
o'clock (woo!)
Hungry 'bout to hit the IHOP (let's go)
After that, menage-a-trois
And he out by seven o'clock (p-YOON)
'Cause I'm a baller, thought I
the process getting loveless by myself
I used to wanna make hits, now I don't even wanna be signed
Unless it's Bay to that Pink Brick, 'cause I believe in his
you say G.O.O.D. Music?
Can you say G.O.O.D. Music?
And we do's this.
Uhn. Get ready for the next dynasty nigga!
Finally Famous the album comin' soon
it stops
Mindful of the building walls by the boulders and rocks
Aftershocks
2017, 2022, next hit could slow the earth's spin and break a levee too
Got
the Nineteen Naughty Nine MC
Microphone controller, master of ceremonies
So remember why you hate me
I'm Naughty By Nature you're Severed By
it's passed that, we exit
We just stare at memes, laugh, and we hit the next one
And our self esteem is so messed up and threatened
By other people's
this summer
So, when the sun hit it look like Baby or somethin'
So, when I come through the ladies praise me or somethin'
Like, Weezy's the man
If
'em grown and then watch 'em lead
Let me proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all
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