| Everybody’s leasin, dey frontin
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| Car payments, dey wantin
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| Everybody’s on the phone, dey somethin
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| (So what you sayin, so what you sayin?)
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| You’re not that good on Tech
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| I’ma ask Sway, the Fantastic 4 every day
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| We know the worst rapper
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| If you hear the same records too much, get off the dizzicko
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| You got men that suck the station off
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| A group of men and women that pay for airplay
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| That hit the station off on air day
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| Suck the program director’s nuts
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| The right hand is slippery, relationship to DJ
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| If he’s cautious, he’ll go the other way
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| A West 4th Street connection
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| But payola baby need affection
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| Watch everybody in the music game
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| There’s an undercover lover kissin, ask Lena
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| You got the contract, the label not satisfied
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| Everybody flout, spent 9 million to go gold
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| Ask Benny Medina
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| They flop, he flop, you know they got dropped
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| With an option to sign again
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| You jackasses won’t never sing a rhyme again
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| Frontin on «That's How I’m Livin,» in the mansion
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| Papers on your floor, you break out like Robin
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| You saw the international star, with Miss Givens
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| Straight behind takeout Jamaican posse with mad triggers
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| (So what you sayin, so what you sayin?)
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| (So what you sayin, so what you sayin?)
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| I come with the clique if you slip get clipped
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| Money be flipped, the dope we ship
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| From Beach Street to Dancehall
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| Make the call, play the mall, we buy it all
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| This O.G. |
| don’t respect a suspect
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| You’re low-tech, squash you like insect
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| You sniff blow, I count dough
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| A pimp with lamp to glow or grow
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| Get crunk, you won’t make it to the trunk
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| I’m all you want, your boy’s a punk
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| Popular and Briz, hers and his
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| The kid won’t fiz, the kid’s a whiz
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| Your career’s coma, Tommy Mottola
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| Opiola, can’t help you it’s over
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| You’re dismissed, don’t return, hope you learn
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| H-Bomb, 7th Veil, our turn
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| (So what you sayin, so what you sayin?)
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| He pays for the rotation
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| You pay for the relation
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| Your lyrics weak, the DJ must play
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| The town suffers, the people laugh at your frustration
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| Your vocals need Yugoslavia
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| Your rhyme need a vacation
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| When you rap I flip through the dials
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| 18 million people change the station
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| Since the war, your rap’s been depression
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| It’s causing cities to suffer
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| Kids buy your whack CD, the families feel inflation
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| A recession like you the best and
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| (So what you sayin, so what you sayin?)
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| (So what you sayin, so what you sayin?) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stop Frontin, artist - Kool Keith. Album song Dr. Octagon Pt. 2 / Bosses In the Booth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп