| Rollin' down MLK, sippin' on a Gatorade
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| Slangin' CDs, stangin' like alcohol on razor blade, taper fade, safe to say
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| I’ma go back home once the paper’s made
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| Gotta catch the game when it’s live, no tape delay
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| I’m gettin' kinda hungry, I want fish, no steak filet
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| My TV actin' funny, oh snap, is my cable paid?
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| Oh there it go, nothing good on, I guess I’ll break away
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| ‘cause I ain’t watchin' Fifty Shades of Gray or Rachel Ray
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| Shout out to my homie J, the radio station played
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| His new single, now we blowin' up just like eight grenades
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| That’s what’s up, that’s why I don’t listen to what these haters say
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| We be grindin', they don’t ever work like Labor Day
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| Solid steel, built up for the long haul, you made of clay
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| Like MJ in the post, bro, your career’s ‘bout to fade away
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| Now I’m runnin' out of words, what’s another phrase to say?
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| Anything, January, February, March, April, May
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| My partner called me up, he was like, «Yo, I need a favor, K»
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| I said «What's good?» |
| He said he got kicked out and need a place to stay
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| Let us pray, may the Lord guide you safely day to day
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| I love you but you’re trifling so with that said, I’m saying nay
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| Murder told me it’s a block party in the today
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| The block packed like the Staples Center when the Lakers play
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| I rolled through, it was thicker than a ticker tape parade
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| By the way, you rappers can’t see me like Darth Vader’s face
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| One day, I’ma slash somebody’s chin with an ice skater blade
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| I’m just playin', I needed another line so I just made a way
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| If you don’t believe something that I’m saying, we can straight debate
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| Pick a card, any card, you guessed it, ace of spades
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| Man, you know I’d love to have a slice of lemon cake today
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| Dude, you ain’t a killer, you just puttin' on a fake display
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| On your Facebook page, tryna make a statement like you with rage
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| But you ain’t that way
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| They’ll run up in your place and take your gauge, hey
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| That lady right there tryna give your homie major play
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| Remember when our mama’s used to put our clothes on layaway
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| Used to move in slow mo, now I’m rollin' at a greater pace
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| Okay y’all, I’m done, it’s no mo' info in my database, I’m out |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Song About Nothin’ , by - K Rino. Song from the album The S-Project (The 4-Piece #4), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп