Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Body Something, artist - B-Real. Album song The Gunslinger, Pt. II: Fist Full of Dollars, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.11.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Body Something |
So whaddya do when the game starts changin fast? |
Arrange for your ass to find a way to stay in the class |
Sales declinin, downloads are risin |
Newbies shinin, and we stuck askin where did ya find him |
He ain’t a diamond but he really got some incredible timin |
So sign him and put him out, he’s a star that’s shinin |
Give him a ringtone deal, a commercial with T-Mobile |
Man he can global, depends if he acts noble |
Take his photo and put him on the cover of Vibe |
Rolling Stone and The Source mag both gave him a five |
Now he thinks that his shit don’t stink |
And every drink’s from a bottle of Crist', and he’s flyin on mink |
He’s, young and dumb and don’t sync with the drum |
But all the little girls love him cause he’s number one |
On top of the Billboards winnin Grammy Awards |
Goin to red carpet events with the media whores |
Lights camera flash you’re on! |
Uh-uh uh, uh, uh-uh on! |
Time’s up, six minutes you’re gone! |
Tell me where’d they go, tell me where’d they go |
Tell me — where did they go, where did they go |
Tell me — where did they go, where did they go |
Tell me — where did they go, where did they go |
There’s a new kid in town climbin the charts but still |
He’s alright, but he’s not real |
Regardless they want a cameo for Freddie Puccini |
He’s a freezer, he’s leanin back like the Tower of Pisa |
He’s on top of the mountain, ain’t got no one around him |
To tell him the truth, let him know, people are clownin |
They found him and wound him up like a toy for the children |
He don’t believe it, he’s only worried about his millions |
Collectin his cake, coppin whips, buyin estates |
Lyin in wait, the birds flock to get that taste |
Beautiful bait for the new kid but don’t be stupid |
Cause they don’t love you they love your money as soon as you lose it |
They skate with the very next dude releasin an album |
By any means necessary thought I’d quote it from Malcolm |
The outcome is all the same and that part don’t change |
Chalk it up to the game cause it’s a part of the fame |
These rappers just, don’t, get it |
Better wake the fuck up, but you think you got it figured out |
Diggin a hole so deep you can’t get up out |
You don’t give a shit about, if they say you losin touch |
Just another one hit wonder motherfucker screwin up |
But not me, not Young De |
I let the, veterans guide me so nothin surprise me |
All them moves you be makin 'em blindly |
But the big homies B-Real and Young Gotti got me |
So you can get the cover of the XXL now |
But when your boy hit, all that shit gettin shut down |
Nursery rhyme lines goin back to the kids |
And that bitch that you wit comin back to my crib |
These execs got you gassed, put 10 on 2 |
Ask me who gon' last, won’t bet on you |
But you could, bet on me cause your boy come through |