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| Canibus C True Hollywood Stories Gotta Get That Doe Yo whattup Pakman (Aiyyo whattup Bis, I'm waitin for the Rip Off man) Yo I just wanna know one thing (What's that?) You ready to get that dough (No doubt) AIGHT!! [Chorus: Canibus + Pakman] We be the rippers that'll bring if you act shady After we fry you, we puff a blunt and then it's gravy And you can keep her cuz we don't care about ya lady Iiiii've gotta get that dough! AIGHT!! [Canibus] Aiyyo it's only a handlefull of rap critics That every had a close-encounter with this rap wizard You wack rappers can't rip it In other words your lyrics are to primitive You need to be more descriptive Look at the way I flipped it, a True Hollywood Story I manipulated this miserable music business Then I caked off two, by going independent How much you make an album? About ten cents I make about ten cents, every sentence It's my third album and I'm workin on my tempence I don't brag; I'm keep it modest I'm ain't hot; I'm the hottest I'm not being pompus, I went through a process I used to be a prophit, now I make profits You sound like garbage, one of these days you gon' end up jobless Pushin a shoppin cart with the same Cristal bottles you was drinkin out of when shit was poppin I seen a episode on VH1 Documents They talked about your drug addiction and what was behind it The bottom line is, how much you sold No one gives a fuck if you blow, you gotta get that dough I'm tired of niggaz talkin about it, but I can't live without it I'm stuck if I ain't got it, so what's the logic? Should I talk about material objects, and get on some "How you like me now bitch," wearing a shiny outfit? (Nah Bis, don't do that come on) Yeah, I know, I know But no matter what I do I'ma get that dough, fo' sho'! [Chorus] 2x [Pakman] When I get at you niggaz, ain't nuttin personal I gotta Everything you spit, I'm predictin it's double copper You the type of nigga to force a nigga to rock ya Always got ya'self up in the middle of the drama Frontin for nothin cuz ya niggaz told me you pussy Need to get smarter and try to holler at the rookies Fuck with Canibus & Pak and get that ass a coffin FUCK what you thinkin faggot, we rippin niggaz open Now is a new day and we be focused on the paper Still'll get in you but the feeling for dough is greater Piling with hate and you need to holler at the maker If you don't do it now, then you gotta face it later Don't even think about tryna dim a nigga shinin You gon' fuck around and get slapped up with the iron Everything we do is connected with gettin paper And you ain't talk about it, so nigga I'll see you later [Chorus] 2x [Canibus] If ya know where ya comin from, ya know where ya goin I wouldn't doubt myself, not even for a moment I'm proud of my music cuz it's dope and I wrote it True Hollywood Stories opens in October Directed by none other than Canibus for a coper It's no stoppin me, my commodity is growin I'll fly anywhere on this planet to promote it Maybe I should come out with my own line of clothing I printed up some Canibus shirts and I sold 'em I jump on stage, and I prove I'm a showman Can-I-Bus is a microphone omen I slam it when I'm done to make sure that it's broken The industry's sick, man I'm already knowin Never had the luxury to choose, I was chosen Where I come from, opportunity is golden Platinum I already sold it, NO SHIT!! [Chorus] 2x |
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