|
作词 : Freese, Muggs |
|
B-Real: |
|
I neva rapped on an RandB record, and I neva will, |
|
I got these phoney mutha******as, talk about lets keep it real, |
|
But, they don't know how to take they own advi******t, |
|
Going out, do it solo on an adverti******t, comecializing |
|
******' sell out, ******, this is hip-hop, not fasion, |
|
Get the hell out, |
|
I'm taking out these so called gangsta ******s, |
|
Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small figures, |
|
And I neva took another ******' MC's ******t, |
|
And made it my first single, ****** a hit, |
|
******' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off, |
|
I'm gonna, and all of it, |
|
It's a damn shame when you got all these fools in the record industry, |
|
Sellin' out for the fame, |
|
I just sit back and watch thes fools with their gimmicks, |
|
Go down in flames , in the big game, |
|
B-Real: |
|
Zippidey-dooda, I smoke ****** and I got brain damage, |
|
But, I don't give a ****** cause I still manage, |
|
To represent to the fullest, |
|
No pop singles, and no actin' foolish, |
|
To the studio gangsta with the articles, |
|
In them magazines with the ****** editors, |
|
Keep it real in the game, |
|
******s got no shame, |
|
Now all the executives want all the fame, |
|
Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes, |
|
For the ******-em industry that's take'n all ya dough, |
|
I never stole it, stole it all, |
|
Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall, |
|
Fools want me to fall, |
|
I won't cause my roots are to thick and strong, like the chocolate |
|
tastic, |
|
I hear ******s say no, but, I know they front, |
|
Cause afta they shows they want me to smoke a blunt, |
|
I don't respect a hypocrite, mutha******as I despise, |
|
Cause me I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie, |
|
All you bruthas in the game run a check, |
|
Cause you get checked ****** off, with no respect, |
|
Mutha******as |