[uncredited Ol' Dirty Bastard sample] I'm so happy, you know um You know I looked at the crowd and you know I I look at my fans, I look at they faces, they expressions And I know that damn well, we are some partyin mother, fuckers
[ASAP Rocky] Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers I'm tired of these dances by these backpackers And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick of phony niggaz I'm sticking to these bitches cause I'm sick of all these sisters I'm sick and tired of tryin to survive, I'm sick tired of my environment I'm sick and tired of feelin deprived, I'm one of a kind when in my climate I'm sick and tired of your facade and all of your lyin and yo' diamonds I'm basically sick and tired of feeling sick and tired (ASAP) Born in money makin Manhattan Every nigga on my block wanna be a main attraction Shout my nigga Squadda, shout my nigga Madre If you disrespect them niggaz then I'm polishin the nadre And I'm comin to yo' casa for your madre and padre Comprende? Most of these niggaz been gay or they Stran-jay They say I sound like Andre mixed with Kanye Little bit of Max, little bit of Wiz A little bit of that, little bit of this, get off my dick
[Chorus] I'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticket I'm a down to Earth nigga, we could kick it Take a hit with me... take a hit with me Ain't on stage behind the scene, I'm probably mixin lean Chillin with my niggaz, with my team Why'on't you come and take a sip with me... take a sip with me
[Main Attrakionz] Once again Mr. Back sellin crack It's the How-to-Keep-it-Real-Nigga music on the map Street raps, new face, sampled with no craze Dousing myself cause I don't think the world can relate To my surprise everyone does, so have faith Half of the other side don't live it they push play The young illest alive, Harlem World to the Bay It feels good wakin up to money in the bank Cause last year it was shoebox and lint I only write raps just to give you niggaz hits Every verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney My album comin November, that's twenty years of memory And that's assumin I'ma live that long If I don't, don't cry cause I ain't live that wrong Just an artist in the purest form, I live that song An artist in the purest form, I live that song Bambi
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[Main Attrakionz] Why fuss? I'd rather fuck Treat her like my enemy I just wanna bust Seven deuce, waitin on the bus Before the boys bend the corner tryin to make a bust Tryouts I'm tryna make the buss Purple and the green got me on stuck So I two-step, move my foot and keep it pushin Always bouncin back, got it keep the cushion And that's somethin fat, like eatin all the puddin ASAP we got it slap, bruh good lookin Fuck that, ASAP where I come from Fo' five six, Ice City slums Weed in my pocket, coke in his tongues Buyin Swisher sweets, no mo' honey buns Fresh white tee, bright like the sun Only nigga round here rockin Michi-gun
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[uncredited Ol' Dirty Bastard sample] Straight up, this go out to all you RAPPERS This go out to them lil' darlings Them lil' kids runnin around in the schoolyards I love you~! Keep it good, keep it good kids Cause you know I love you And I'll always love youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
