| Ah, Mr 21? |
| It’s just K
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| Here’s your green room per your rider
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| All right, all right, cool
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| Uh, there’s bottled water (okay) and potato chips
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| (All right) And there’s bitches (all right, someone get this guy outta here)
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| Whaddup Fest? |
| They want us to rhyme tonight
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| Well K, them ma’fuckers better get the rider right
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| Well, first up, I need some vodka with lime on ice
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| But not a cup worth, I need a lifetime supply
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| Five-six but I’m eating like I’m twice the size
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| So I want tempura chicken with a side of rice
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| A shot of Malört, Fest, then we all afloat
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| Two ma’fuckers rockin' like Hall and Oates
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| Till then I get blunted with rastas
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| And when police come then I run with no justice
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| The bread of the house, call me 'Pane di Casa'
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| Just give us the bread, they can end the discussion
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| They better get the rider right
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| Or we ain’t gonna riot tonight
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| I swear I was finna stage dive tonight
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| Look man, I was finna start a drunken fight
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| Get the rider right, get the rider right
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| Get live tonight, get the rider right
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| Like Rider, get your fuckin' life
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| Right uh, get it fuckin' right
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| I want the yellow M’n’Ms with the nuts out
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| I want five bad hoes with their butts out
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| Backstage, we all drunk and drugged out
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| Who the let the ugly groupies in? |
| Get the fuck out!
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| If you wanna see a show that’s outta sight
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| I want a smoke machine with a lot of lights
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| Oh God, niggas better get my rider right
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| Or I’ma swing on 'em like Peter Parker with the spider bite
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| K, I wanna show the crowd all I am
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| I wanna dance to a Michael Jackson hologram
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| But Rhymefest, that’s like five-hundred-fifty grand
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| They got fifty-thousand motherfucker in the stands
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| I don’t understand (Here's your cocaine, Mr Fest)
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| Where the hell is my weed and my M’n’Ms?
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| I ain’t a guy that’s hard to get along with
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| Rock a song with, the show ain’t right, I postpone it
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| They better get the rider right
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| Or we ain’t gonna riot tonight
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| I swear I was finna stage dive tonight
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| Look man, I was finna start a drunken fight
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| Get the rider right, get the rider right
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| Get live tonight, get the rider right
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| Like Rider, get your fuckin' life
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| Right uh, get it fuckin' right
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| Puffin on somethin' like nothin', stay crushin'
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| A rapper that’s cheesy like Queso De Papa’s
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| It’s effortless, easy, I flex till they’re dust
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| And with Fest on the cut, all the heads know what’s up man
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| Man, fuck paper cups, we gon' fill up a tub
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| If I’m dead by tomorrow we livin' it up
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| Break a leg out there, I walk on a crutch
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| My bitch is Italian, my blunt is a Dutch
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| I spit automatic, come through on the clutch
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| The rider, what’s in it? |
| You fuckin' it up
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| Get the rider right |