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Paroles
Don't let it go to your head, no
Don't let it go to your head, no-no-no-no
Now a lot of people think this is easy as it looks
Books and books of rhyme concepts and hooks
Session to session to get thoughts manifested, and
Stressin' and stressin' to hit the world with a blessin'
A lot of people often ask, "Ooh, but how you givin' back?"
The way I give back is through the knowledge of my raps
Like a gem, for all my people caught out on a limb
Who be givin' in, caught out on a stem, who don't wanna win?
I'm feelin' you, I know you gettin' down like that
But what I'm sayin' dog is let me hold a little somethin' black
I'll hit you back, c'mon there, that-that's the tenth time
I heard that all you know is gimme out
I work hard for every penny that I make
Video and tape, LP and CD, if I fall, you feedin' me?
No dough to spread, I always keep a level head
Long as my seeds get fed, it won't go to my head, so
Don't let it go to your head, no (everybody love a star when he on the top)
Don't, don't let it to go your head, no (nobody comes around when the stars start to drop)
Don't let it go to your head, no (strive to help others who help themselves)
Don't let it go to your head, no, no-no-no (none of the serve in good health and wealth)
You ladies, there ain't no question but you can't tell her that
'Cause sometimes you speak and put our hand out
Like I'm that ATM, it can drop me off at chains
Earring in the navel like she sets you out
Royalty, but the whole loyalty dismounted
Get wrecked in the kitchen like she were on the cookin' channel
And then know how to hit in the car door
God-, she's a mother-to-be, I hope they're twins
Give me a whole tribe and be as sexy as Janet was on the cover of the Vibe
She slick and tall, playin' well
She got a girlfriend that used to tap back well so she always worry it with you
Tell her hold it down mo', I give you high ranks
Sometimes you wild, but I guess that's your style
If you lay up in my high rise, will you stay wise?
Will the slave thighs open your eyes, girl?
Don't let it go to your head, no (don't believe those jealous-typed cats)
Don't, don't let it go to your head, no ('cause I'm the one to live for late night caps)
Don't let it go to your head, no (I told you girl my home is my castle)
Don't let it go to your head, no, no-no, no-no (understandin' it won't be no hassle)
I heard you're single on the battle of the beats
In wild and fine nights, I bet you had the time of your life
Workin' so hard and so long to make a record
Finally to make a song people respected
Collect the dough at a show as you sip them more
Now you hittin' the flow you never hit before
That's a trick, how much better could it get?
Got the leather with the work, it all up in the wet
The fall in gist of the pit, I'm callin' what's really not
This is just one single you got, that's really hot
Tomorrow, it could bust just like a blood clot
Leave you in the dust with your body to rot
Another party to rock, if it's you or if it's me
It doesn't matter 'cause it just won't stop
Don't let your gray matter pop, 'cause when you release the album
If they don't cop, you gonna get dropped, so
Don't let it go to your head, no ('cause one single don't make you a hit)
Don't, don't let it go to your head, no (stay true to who you are, don't never forget)
Don't let it go to your head, no (keep your feet on solid ground)
Don't let it go to your head, no, no-no, no-no ('cause what goes up must come down, ah!)
Don't let it go to your head, no
Don't, don't let it go to your head, no
Don't let it go to your head, no
Don't let it go to your head, no, no-no, no-no
Writer(s): Kenneth Gamble, Leon A. Huff, Lorenzo Dechalus, Maxwell Dixon, Derek Murphy
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