(burning keys)
[Verse 1]
Bonjour ola/ domo oregato
checks coming in from Japan to Toronto/
I'm the mail man/ I deliver pronto
package for your wife when you went inside the condo/
I don't know what you do but I do it/
my resume longer then the trunk of a Buick/
whatever you done I already been through it/
so much money saved up I'm about to turn Jewish/
sh-sh-shalom a-a-I'm on/
and all I see is thriller when I turn this mic on/
I'm so fresh like I'm dipped in Lysol/
and this girl suck it up like a Dayson
chop it up/ screw it up/
Huston, get up off my back
throw up west love rude sh*t
main oasis vernaer keys producer
hanging em like nooses
and throwing up deuces
[Chorus]
well I can kick a one two
just let the pro tools
and the record in the booth
tell em all you gotta do is
turn me ah ah on ah ah on
Im in a case of rock stars and hot brads
in a trench coat bra in a thong im let em ah ah on ah ah on
[Verse 2]
Got skills got a bill
got a little record deal
got a tour got awards
got this ni**a looking scared
going for the grand man but rather be a dead man
that's why I get respect like i'm one of the commandments
they say I'm branded to be the next up
that's why I rock around the city with my chest up
and my head high
a ni**a say some and no jason
never been a fake one
I go hard, make em say lord
work the crowd out like it's hot yoga
grab a groupie give a down ward dog
every facebook **** when I post em on the wall
I'm on every girls drawers like lu lu lemon
most of y'all crap like 11 and seven
pass me the Heny mix with the Remey
a little apple juice, a couple of ice cubes
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Look the way they moving off the flow that we producing
Dre I think he found a blueprint on how to get it in
There won't be another for no summers the gutter
causing all this type of trouble and I does it with a grin (ha)
Thought that I was finished but it's only the beginning
I won't give in till I win it so you better tell a friend
Imma be right here forever and Im ready for whatever
Whenever, wherever, whoever, I'm better,
now tell em to turn me on!
[Help fix these lyrics, comment below]
that's why I rock around the city with my chest up
and my head high
a ni**a say some and no jason
never been a fake one
I go hard, make em say lord
work the crowd out like it's hot yoga
grab a groupie give a down ward dog
every facebook **** when I post em on the wall
I'm on every girls drawers like lu lu lemon
most of y'all crap like 11 and seven
pass me the Heny mix with the Remey
a little apple juice, a couple of ice cubes
[Chorus]
well I can kick a one two
just let the pro tools
and the record in the booth
tell em all you gotta do is
turn me ah ah on ah ah on
Im in a case of rock stars and hot brads
in a trench coat bra in a thong im let em ah ah on ah ah on
I need my cash up front,
let my 808 bump
turn the spot light on and my mic on
turn me on (x3)
Well I'm a radio killer,
go getter,
hands up if you fell em,
tell em
turn me on (x3)
[Verse 3]
Look the way they moving off the flow that we producing
Dre I think he found a blueprint on how to get it in
There won't be another for no summers the gutter
causing all this type of trouble and I does it with a grin (ha)
Thought that I was finished but it's only the beginning
I won't give in till I win it so you better tell a friend
Imma be right here forever and Im ready for whatever
Whenever, wherever, whoever, I'm better,
now tell em to turn me on!
[Help fix these lyrics, comment below]
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