Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Toy Story , by - Audible MainframeRelease date: 02.02.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Toy Story |
| Hey yo |
| Holler at holler at |
| Your boy |
| I come to build |
| And destroy |
| I don’t walk around |
| With no herbs |
| And no clowns |
| And I damn sure |
| Don’t play with no toys |
| Holler at holler at |
| Your boy |
| Cause life is to live |
| And enjoy |
| So we don’t walk around |
| With no herbs |
| And no clowns |
| And we damn sure |
| Don’t play with no toys |
| So real recognize real |
| Toy recognize toy |
| And I know you’re moving |
| With those Fisher Price Boys |
| With ya toy records |
| And your toy turntable |
| Plug in toy mics into |
| Toy mic cable |
| Man everything you spit |
| Is a fable |
| Laughable man |
| That’s why everybody plays you |
| It’s easy to tell |
| That you lie when you flowing |
| You want some Pinocchio nose |
| Grow it |
| And at this rate |
| You’ll never be a real boy |
| Getting your string pulled |
| By Geppetto who employs |
| You and your toy soldiers |
| For imaginary wars |
| Shooting off cap guns |
| For the fabricated sport |
| Man, it’s a shame |
| How you sullied your name |
| For a little bit of money |
| And Monopoly fame |
| It’ll not be the same |
| Because you just look stupid |
| A child’s play thing |
| Batteries not included |
| People at a Matchbox car wash |
| Baywatch Barbies |
| With the chunky |
| Dizzy Dinosaurs |
| Gameboy kinda headed |
| Chains all life raft |
| Till they pull-it, twist-it |
| Pull it pedal, pedal |
| Down in the RC |
| The Rugrat was rattled |
| He couldn’t Connect Four |
| Didn’t know who to do |
| This the hammer (sp?) |
| Incredible crash dummy |
| A flash |
| Turned his day |
| Into Dreamcast |
| Thinking 2K3 |
| Gameboy it’s 2K11 |
| Toy soldier |
| Boy it’s all over |
| Your hooks |
| And your rhymes |
| And your beats |
| And your lines |
| And your whole design |
| Is not kosher |
| You something |
| They pick up, play with |
| And put down |
| But music lovers want |
| This many lifetimes around |
| Me to admire |
| You to expire |
| Instructions on the back |
| «No assembly required» |
| Do it the Optimus Prime |
| Transform those rhymes |
| Into some kind of magic |
| That will span most times |
| It’s some kind of tragic |
| That your fans gon' find |
| You some kind of savage |
| With a Sam Bose mind |
| Mass produced |
| And born in a factory |
| Assembly line |
| Is building all the wack MCs |
| Cheap labor |
| And hazardous parts |
| And that’s the main reason |
| That you haven’t the heart |
| You Teddy Rux spin |
| With a tape in the back |
| Push play |
| And you regurgitating |
| That wack shit |
| Claiming you real |
| When the fact is |
| If you were any more fake |
| You’d come wrapped in plastic |
| I one and only |
| No one can hold me |
| You move around |
| Via remote control G |
| You’s a phony and not my homie |
| I fuck with thoroughbreds |
| Not My Little Pony |