The child safety shit's on this light,
I mean.
Man, just break that shit off, man.
Ay, Trick, y wanna ride up there
to Luke's?
They be havin' talent searches and shit.
Man, sit your ass down.
been locked up, nigga.
I'm talkin' about doin'
some off -the -wall shit.
I'm talkin' about straight
blowin' up.
You know what I'm sayin'?
Man, sound crazy.
That's what you sound.
You sound crazy. What it take?
Some raw -ass lyrics?
You heard that nigga Steelo
shit.
That nigga know you got the lyrics, now.
That nigga.
Wish I was a little bit taller.
Wish I was a baller.
Man, I'd go get that shit, man.
I'm talkin' about what.
One to the hip -hop,
two to the three and four
Buddy Rose got plans for Rihanna
The hell with the streets,
I'm getting work through Sky Beats
We wanna make it in the industry,
straight, straight, straight
I wanna chill with the old Dirty Bass
Do shows, slam katydos without cash
Smoke a blunt with the Method Man
Drink with the Klan
Do a caper with Raekwon from Shaolin
I wanna creep with TLC, all three
Wanna freak with Deena Howard
in my backseat
Do a video of B .I .G
Get Vogue to five with Da Pratt
and Jemaine Dupri
That's how it be when you
chillin' with them stars,
see Real Macs, gigolos, and gigolats
I'm goin' all out black
for a contract
Choosin' bows on a pillar, buddy, roll
Come on to 500, sittin' on rings, oh
So a 1500 on Dayton
Since I'm makin' records,
5 -0 can't do me nothin'
Gettin' looped for the lyrics bit
I went legit,
other things is inadequate
Representin' like the Fugees
One time in my region,
makin' styles like Busta Rhymes
I make love to my fans, I got plans
1 to the hip -hop, 2 to the 3 and 4
Buddy Rose got plans for Rando
The hell with this creeps
We gettin' work through Sky Beaks
We wanna make it in the industry
1 to the hip -hop, 2 to the 3 and 4
Buddy Rose got plans for Rando
The hell with this creeps
We gettin' work through Sky Beaks
We wanna make it in the industry
Who's worried about payin' the bills?
I got skills, baby, mad lyrics for real
Fresh out the pen and thing
s have changed
Rearranged, dammit, I'm out the game
Yeah, I want real fame,
the hell with sellin' cane
I wanna be a guest on Soul Train
Now that's what I'm talkin' about,
real clout
Recognition to down south
If my jambles double black,
you know I'll be back black
Ayo, Luke, where them girls at?
I wanna get to know a few of my fans
I got plans, somethin' big for a lil' man
Sell out shows in many different cities
Interviews with big lads on Rap City
Send shots to my beats still on the block
And get props, that's old school hip
-hop
Let Buddy roll with them players
Make trips from here to there
Strip mad girls, shaking their derrieres
Late night action at the club
Hot tubs, all night back rubs
You know what's next
Groove sets, true vets,
Buddy Rose down with that
Play driftin' there, butt naked
Spendin' the ball with a
few of them supermodels
Now that's bodacious, taste this
Ring -sized seats up in Vegas
All up in a skycap sip pin' hella fruit
So comin' through with the
alley -oop
Representin' the home team
is all about material things
Straight up cream,
you know what mean
Holdin' my spot on the top ten
Billboard, picture me
nominee on the music award
One to the hip -hop,
two to the three and four
Money Rose got plans for real though
The hell working streets
are getting worked inside me
We wanna make it in the industry
One to the hip hop,
two to the three and four
Money Rose got plans for real though
The hell working streets
are getting worked inside me
We wanna make it in the industry
Street, street
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