歌词
They're gonna laugh at you
They're gonna laugh at you
Hate debating
Hate interuptions when Im masturbating
Hate myself when Im clumbsy
Im a disaster waiting
Slap the game like Chris brown dating
I dont have the patience
Run up in crowds when Im mad and Ron Artest the patrons
Blatent movement in the making
These fake rappers is funny
Must want me to keep my stomach aching
From laughing, while incinerating a generation
You might dont got it, process of elimination
Gassin way ahead of your demonstration, lip lashing and track lacing
Whiplash from the blap bassing
Royal flushing over these wack discussions
Need lessons, topcats looking for new proffessions
Feeling the pressure of this essence
No seconds left and Im guessing its gone get ugly as Precious, Ugh!
My rip is vicious while them others is Gangstalicious
If you dont know by now, well you about to be a witness...
They're gonna laugh at you
You aint got no flos
You aint got no skills
Lets keep it real pa
No homie chill they're gonna laugh at you
Patiently waiting for my chance to make an impact
This young king is macking the track, homie that's been fact
So alone in this music, I should've been cracked
Trying to stay strong better ring the alarm before I lose tact
Tired of being strung along and being stepped on
One second from having an industry party
Bring ya teflon!
The wrong kid not to get along with in this song biz
Flow harder than King Kong taking a wiz
The Don Juan ya dig
Remain calm while I drop bombs
Dont even act braver
Rap over slow tracks and slap the crap out of majors
Im a factor
Haters can't capture this rapture
Repeat my craft for ever after, this slim bastard
My speech is elite
Skeet skeet over beats
Soon as my heat hits the streets, pull my meat on ya teeth
Done mastered my phrases
Dont interupt my blazes
Knuckle up or untuck the gages
They're gonna laugh at you
You aint got no flos
You aint got no skills
Lets keep it real pa
No homie chill, they're gonna laugh at you
One in a million, give a damn what you feeling holmes
C.e.o.s drop down to the floor and hit the ceiling holmes
Because I'm whip appealing
Don't see me dancing and jiggin
Got this mic in my hands and everybody is listening
Repeat felon with heat, street selling these beats bruh
Keep telling hustle and flo, soon it's gone reach ya
Ay mane, everybody gotta have a dream
Like Martin Luther King, ain't gone be easy as seems
Struggling and striving, ducking schucking and jiving
Causing ruckus so hectic, Lokalboy soul surviving
Spit saliva on these kanivers, endup cadavers going savage over these family matters
Atta boy I gotta strategy it dont matter to me
Left the streets alone, now I'm aiming at the industry
Aint no friend of me and mine
Break em off everytime I spit a line
Wrote a song about it
Like to hear it go?
Sit back and recline
They're gonna laugh at you
You aint got no flos
You aint got no skills
Lets keep it real pa
No homie chill they're gonna laugh at you
They're gonna laugh at you...