Lyrics:
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
the player
Not the game y'all hating the game, mane
You know what I'm talkin' about?
It was so cold, mane is that, you know
A motherfucker can't stop seeing me
to the Hardest Out
Slash the first to ride, you ain't never heard of fly
Take it how you want it, nigga my Gs is certified
Hell Rell:
I slow-flowed y'all to death
Dumbo's gone
Word to Uncle Ron, I'm turnin' into an non-humble Don
You blonde dumb, all I got is d- for you to come blow on
So start the show, but I need
Don
You blonde dumb hoes, all I got is dick for you to come blow on
So start the show, but I need a drum roll 'fore I go on
Better back away from
playa hatin' 'em
Honey Love goes platinum and y'all ass come around
But y'all don't want to raise the roof
Until my shit is going down
And now you
started nigga
Why you had to come all the way
Over here for a father figure
All that motivation I gave you
The only thing you grasped was
To go into Clips?
Ay
Ay
Ay
Yeah
I could play you
But do you really want to be played
Yeah
I could save you
But would you want this version to be saved
Yeah
I could
Miranda
Tell 'em this whole shit is propaganda! Word!
[Wyclef]
Yo, sound system, you know what I'm sayin'?
Jericho Sound, system!
Turn up your
man
Walk and kick stone and turn over rubbish pan
Now you want me back I know I'll be a senseless man
Naw go end up inna the same situation
Go try
a man like D-E-E, come on
Come on do you really think I give
Two shit's if you're greazy?
I don't think so
You man ain't seen greazy yet
When my mandem
And turnin' it on is like puttin' on a blindfold
'Cause when you bringin' the real you don't get rotation
Unless you take over the station
And yeah I know
Come on
Do you all over your sofa, Come on
I can tell by the way you act so hard you like my type of nigga
Better bang in the back of the jeep
the night is dark and stormy
You won't have to reach out for me
I will come to you
Oh I will come to you
Sometimes when all your dreams may have seen better
What is going on and it's Michelle LA's 97-01
Radio is what you're listening to first
Thing I walk in the door and right
Behind me here he is Kanye
you all over your sofa, Come on
I can tell by the way you act so hard you like my type of nigga
Better bang in the back of the jeep and put
ya
Not to be hot to trot by a haunt
And why do y'all got to flaunt?
("You gotta use what you got
To get what you want")
Cool, I heat you up
with me
All my fans, all my beautiful fans
Anyone who's ever gave me a listen, all my people
I come from a generation of pain, where murder is minor
what? ...received opinion and is loved and valued...
what? ...by the majority. What? What?
Conclusion
Look people, you heard it on the radio
I get...
You
over, across your sofa
Come on, is it ok if I come over, come on
That way I can get to know ya, come on
Let me get a little closer, come on
Do you all
playa hatin' 'em
Honey Love goes platinum and y'all ass come around
But y'all don't want to raise the roof
Until my shit is going down
And now you
niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
will
Till he crosses over still
Feeling no hate
But fantasies come wit these
Just to sacrifice the taste of makin cheese
You want to be a rap
You see girl, time is like money, both of which men loathe
Spend them both with me and then for sure you'll know
Baby, I come running
Just keep me
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