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I wanna talk about Hollywood mon, y'know? |
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[Chorus] |
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Everybody's leasin, dey frontin |
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Car payments, dey wantin |
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Everybody's on the phone, dey somethin |
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(So what you sayin, so what you sayin?) |
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[Chorus] |
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[Kool Keith] |
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You're not that good on Tech |
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I'ma ask Sway, the Fantastic 4 every day |
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We know the worst rapper |
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If you hear the same records too much, get off the dizzicko |
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You got men that suck the station off |
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A group of men and women that pay for airplay |
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That hit the station off on air day |
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Suck the program director's nuts |
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The right hand is slippery, relationship to DJ |
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If he's cautious, he'll go the other way |
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A West 4th Street connection |
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But payola baby need affection |
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Watch everybody in the music game |
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There's an undercover lover kissin, ask Lena |
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You got the contract, the label not satisfied |
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Everybody flout, spent 9 million to go gold |
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Ask Benny Medina |
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They flop, he flop, you know they got dropped |
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with an option to sign again |
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You jackasses won't never sing a rhyme again |
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Frontin on "That's How I'm Livin," in the mansion |
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Papers on your floor, you break out like Robin |
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You saw the international star, with Miss Givens |
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Straight behind takeout Jamaican posse with mad triggers |
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[Chorus] |
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(So what you sayin, so what you sayin?) |
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[Chorus] |
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(So what you sayin, so what you sayin?) |
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[uncredited rapper] |
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I come with the clique if you slip get clipped |
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Money be flipped, the dope we ship |
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From Beach Street to Dancehall |
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Make the call, play the mall, we buy it all |
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This O.G. don't respect a suspect |
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You're low-tech, squash you like insect |
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You sniff blow, I count dough |
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A pimp with lamp to glow or grow |
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Get crunk, you won't make it to the trunk |
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I'm all you want, your boy's a punk |
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Popular and Briz, hers and his |
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The kid won't fiz, the kid's a whiz |
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Your career's coma, Tommy Mottola |
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Opiola, can't help you it's over |
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You're dismissed, don't return, hope you learn |
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H-Bomb, 7th Veil, our turn |
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[Chorus] |
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(So what you sayin, so what you sayin?) |
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[Chorus] |
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[Kool Keith] |
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He pays for the rotation |
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You pay for the relation |
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Your lyrics weak, the DJ must play |
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The town suffers, the people laugh at your frustration |
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Your vocals need Yugoslavia |
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Your rhyme need a vacation |
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When you rap I flip through the dials |
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18 million people change the station |
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Since the war, your rap's been depression |
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It's causing cities to suffer |
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Kids buy your whack CD, the families feel inflation |
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A recession like you the best and |
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[Chorus] |
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(So what you sayin, so what you sayin?) |
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[Chorus] |
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(So what you sayin, so what you sayin?) |
