Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Paid My Dues, artist - Rappin' 4-Tay. Album song Off Parole, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.01.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Forte
Song language: English
I Paid My Dues |
| Testing one, two, three, four |
| Rappin 4-tay, Rag Top records, nineteen-ninety-six |
| West up, let’s do this |
| Yeah Four, you done finally got that parole-CALL |
| Yeah man, that was long comeing trying get that, man |
| I understand that Four, but a lot of people don’t know |
| What you’ve done been through bro' |
| Man, a brother done been in this rap game for ten years, man |
| I’ve been from hell and back, you know Frank |
| But what you gon' have to do |
| Is lay it down and lace it up like a shoestring |
| Ok, like this here… |
| Allow me to take you back down memory lane |
| When a player was so young in this rap game |
| Yeah, if you had a fight you best to knock a sucker out |
| Because moms wouldn’t about to let you in the house |
| Yeah, we had to throw em' in the days |
| Didn’t have Glock, never seen a twelve gauge |
| Wasn’t no banging n' gang affiliated deaths |
| Brother had to go to school in the days to get a rep |
| Always wanted to bust a gang of these raps |
| And be the first player to put Frisco on the map |
| So add this to the list of them hits that be knockin for the new year |
| I’mma vet in this rappin industry, you wet behind the ear |
| Shit, I even caught the San Quinton blues |
| Used to rock that motherfucker every night, I paid my dues |
| I talked the talk, but now I’m walking the walk |
| What up, fool! |
| Huh yeah! |
| Yeah! |
| What, what! |
| Im from the west but I don’t ride the saddle |
| Used to do a lot of battle |
| But you money are make your trunk rattle |
| Ever since the solar system, boys clubbing house parties |
| Rap contests at Booker T’S, man it was everybody |
| Snatching it taking it swoop on stuff all the way home |
| Once me and O' hit the jets, man we was gone |
| Up the stairs to the vacabt house, thats we’re we prctice at |
| We didn’t have a studio so man we had to work with that |
| No reel to reels, no mic, just the radio |
| Paper and oen and I was in, the heart of the ghetto |
| Trying to pursue my dream, trying to make things right |
| I posted up at other people’s shows begging to get the mic |
| I was kicking down doors, posted up, like the 49ers |
| All I wanted to do was bust a rap before the headliners |
| They pushed me to the left, I said alright, that’s cool |
| Now you call my booking agent, everyday, I paid my dues |
| I talked the talk, but now I’m walking the walk |
| What up, fool! |
| Huh yeah! |
| Yeah! |
| What, what! |
| The difference is you’re talking about the game you see I’m living in |
| And all my folks R.I.P, I’LL see you in a minute |
| Before I cut I gots to shock it cause I’m still pissed |
| For my mistakes, court dates and the time I missed |
| A lot of deputies in correctional facilities |
| I kept they ass up all night, but now they feelin me |
| From bangin on the walls and bustin raps off the top ten |
| Bet you never though I be the entertainer of the year |
| But why not, cause I’ve got, what it takes to represent |
| Crowd could be a hundred thousand, I’m never hesitant |
| Just ask Franky J. to drop me an old school beat |
| Them funky instrumentals kept me of the streets |
| They kept me motivated, I was always underrated |
| I bet my real folks wasn’t surprised when I made it |
| Plus I gave them digits back to the parole board |
| So now I’m cool, I’d been paid my dues |
| I talked the talk, but now I’m walking the walk |
| What up, fool! |
| Huh yeah! |
| Yeah! |
| What, what! |