Lyrics:
I find out he got a next Mrs
What you think all the goons is for
Two by the door a few more out in New York
And I feel 'em curry chicken, I'm all
[LUPE FIASCO: TALKING]
Uh, what up y'all!
Soundtrack what's popping baby?
Y'all ain't know, I go by the name of Lupe Fiasco
Representing that first
joints wither and my flesh weakens
Hip hop, it's hard to think how
But what I do know is you're part of me now
That's the sound of joy
You hear the sound
is accepted
And you can sing what somebody else wrote on ya record
Hip Hop being real is how it all occurred
And in this game all you got is ya balls
one after me
Hard knock life, reaper and a wife, polygamy
Murder what she write, wonder bout her search history
Is murder whatcha like or when your
hip hop
You feelin' dat?
It's Freddie G to the izz-I, B to the bizzy
S, oh yes the best rapper from the Gizzy
Ugh, yo what's my name homie?
Freddie
and ambrosia
Blowin on the dojia
Illest on the mic
Fuck what what the told ya
Told me kick rocks
Then I made hip hop fool
Infinity gauntlet
Get slapped by
This bitch is always wasting my time
Aye
Like I don't got hoes up on my line,
Aye
And you fine mama, but can't be by your side
That don't mean we
watched on the block by informants
Hip-hop police at the shows, I see 'em blendin' in while I'm performin' (I see 'em)
I walk in first then the goons
is hip hop, punk rock, and Ayahuasca trips
Influenced more by Lance Mountain and Caballero
Than the bling era or countless who sing about their dinero
Jumped in da whip
Homie ridin' shotty got a gun on his hip
He just caught a body, we just spun up the block
Know how the saying goes dawg it is what
to impress
Spark these bitches interest
Sex is all I expect
If they watch TV in the Lex, they know
They know, quarter past fo'
Left the club tipsy, say no mo'
you to dance
I need you to strip
I need you to shake your little ass 'n' hips
I need you to grind like your working for tips
N give me what I need
the blood king
They say the sky is the limit but I reign supreme
Well determined motivated by the struggles I’ve seen
It’s a hard knock life if you know what
pipe leave her sore hips
Check it my vibes is enormous
Check out my ride It's a cordless
My rhymes will accredit your courses
I like 'em thick no need
the A-1 sound
Ounce by ounce and pound for pound
Got the shit that's out of bounds
The beat's on time and I hope you feel
Nice and complete like a happy
Yeah, know what I'm saying?
Wise Intelligent
Broadcasting live from the top
Of Mt kilimanjaro know what I'm saying?
Hip-hop go wherever I go
For
what we doin'
Buy some breezys and we kickin'
And Cap what you doin?
I'm just sittin here timin' like a Rolex watch
I figured by now y'all
Fugees! Fugees and Mobb Deep
Tryin' to diss now too, huh?!
Hahaha! Well, I ain't prejudiced
I don't give a fuck
This is what it sounds like
When we
wonder what's in that basket
Sweet Daddy strolled by and said haven't you seen here?
That right there is Belly Dancin Dina
Now I'm all junglistcally
and now you're mine
Dangerous Music is what it seems
The reason this floor just met those jeans
I was running the game all in your ear
You're talking
the house
And me, y'all know who I be
Check it ...
I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to
Funk for your trunk is what I provide you
So slide
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