Lyrics:
though, in my Nascar
With this Nas flow
What could beat that? Not a soul reppin'
Hit the record store, never let me
Go, get my whole collection, yo
I got
1972
Daddy drove in over, it was sky blue
He worked at a record store after school
Call it sympathy for the vinyl
1972
Turntable in the basement,
Show day is stressful, everybody wanna call, gotta tell 'em no
Sometimes, sit up in a record store 700 fans, man, everyone signed
And it get so
T.I. and lookin in the sky, high
Think about when I land what I'ma buy
Cause (all I do is for you)
Yo, my boys hit the mall, I'm at the record store
it though
I don't even wanna go no mo'
Got you something from the record store
Little bit of Kids Bop and some Mo
Tryna open up a little mo'
Sorry if
bitch
But I'm clean like a virgin
And detergent and shit (ha)
I walked into the record store drooling
Because it's like a supermarket to me
Yeah,
lookin' for jobs
When we was really in the record store lookin' for Nas
Project of the ghetto, Ghetto and the project
From Compton to being Dre's number
verses and a bridge
It's like bulldozing a bowling alley for a used record store
Decomposing your best song is sacrilege
But when most hopeless bands
'em to the record store and sell a couple million"
I already got the money, already got the bitches
I see these other niggas, I'ma do it how they
was on
Was somewhere between Jennings and Jones
Now to found me in a record store wont take you long
I'm right there between Jennings and Jones
A railroad runs through the record stores at night
Coming in for the deep-freeze
Mary, a simple word, are you there in the cold country?
Your eyes so
A railroad runs through the record stores at night
Coming in for the deep-freeze
Mary, a simple word, are you there in the cold country?
Your eyes so
inching, girls pinching
Run to the record store to see if this new inventions in
Remixes, out fixes, we write it, you like it
Rap music, house music
No
the JBs
Baby Bam beat keeps the bass bottom bouncing
Suckers littering, girls ouncing
Women inching, girls pinching
Run to the record store to see
And you're just what I need
Not everything works as it seems
Is that so hard to believe?
So I went down to the record store
Picked my head up off the floor
rule
It was cool, wasn't mad, I had to take cabs
Made my first LP, afforded H-Class
My face gassed
'94, sold-out in every record store
Local hood rats
Fash as a partner
Mass Appeal Records (Hit the record store, never let me go)
Comin' straight from Cleveland, I'm the one that they believe in
I'll
I'ma die nigga
I'ma fly or I'ma gonna fry my nigga
If I do, if I do ya'll go to the record store and buy nigga
6, 6, triple 8, 46, 99, 3 niggas
We
that I should quit disk jockeying
And start that record store
Maybe I could settle down if you'ld take me back once more
Okay honey, I see
I guess
Danny says we gotta go
Gotta go to Idaho
But we can't go surfin'
Cause it's twenty below
Sound check's at 5:02
Record stores and interviews
always gonna be like this
When you're lookin' for a soul kiss
And all the record stores
Are filled with pretty boys and their material girls
And even
Hey you
Is there something worth aspiring to
And can it be found in a record store
Well it's not there anymore
Just think of all the things
Told me I'm smarter than you, you just gotta trust me yo
I stole from the record store, still selling, records though
Yeah
(Love you Grandma!)
Ain't no
in on wax and on the record store racks
It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' crazy
It's gettin' hectic, it's gettin' wild
It's gettin' hectic, it's
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