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