Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On And On, artist - Little Brother. Date of issue: 26.09.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On And On |
| Yeah, LB’s back in this |
| Please bear witness |
| «On and on and on and on and on and… «To the one and only Rapper Big Pooh |
| Phonte, 9th Wonder y’all |
| Y’all know how we do every time we come out |
| Check it out uh, yo, uh |
| They wanna know Pooh and this rap life |
| They wanna know what it’s like not to sleep nights |
| They wanna do joints, have 'em sound butter |
| They wanna roll with the League and know Scudda |
| They wanna know Dilla, they wanna know Dho |
| Topshop, Missians their studios |
| They wanna rhyme with 'Te, get beats from P |
| Be the third member yelling out LB’s |
| They wanna role trip, niggas trip on the roll |
| Plenty clowns, they wanna know Mike now |
| They wanna know Po', they wanna know Wu |
| End '98, they wanna help start something new |
| They wanna know this hunger, they wanna know |
| Why hate seems to fuel niggas longer |
| They wanna know if they can make me quit |
| Muh’fuckers, I’m built for this, so get your game right |
| And on and on and on and on |
| And on and on and on and on |
| And on and on and on and on and on, ohh, ohhhh |
| They wanna know 9th, they wanna know Pooh |
| But they ain’t tryna know the crazy shit they go through |
| Like four AM in the booth recording vocals |
| Or at the club watching fake niggas approach you |
| They wanna know 'Te, the one that’s wild and crazed |
| Not the nigga with a child to raise |
| Not that nigga that’s dead broke and writes a page |
| To keep his faith through the long nights and faceless days |
| Shit, niggas be eyeing me down |
| Wanna be my appetite for destruction but I’m died in now |
| Wanna see my team fall out or step out of bounds |
| So they can try and take control of the crown |
| But as long as fam is holding me down |
| It’s crunch time with a minute to go |
| I’m at the baseline stealing the show |
| And when I make a million or so, still focus on God |
| Cause rap might decide it don’t feel me no more |
| And on… oooh |
| You can’t stop to the break of dawn |
| You can’t stop no, no |
| I wanna know joy, get away from pain |
| Have money in my pocket taking care of things |
| Not the dookie role-pairing bone or finger rings |
| But a house with some land, real estate man |
| I wanna know success, get away from hate and |
| It’s enough food, we all get a plate and |
| Break bread like Merida and Sunbeam |
| One team coming through in your speaker for one thing |
| In a short time went from unsigned and unseen |
| To outshining you niggas without the sunscreen |
| We home run hitters, y’all niggas just bun sing |
| On a quest to make history tryna run things, LB |