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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Jamal
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jamal
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Erick Sermon
Produzent:in
Troy Hightower
Mischtechniker:in
Mike Hogan
Ingenieurassistent:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Look who just jumped up on the scene
Pocket full of green, butter leather and all
I be's that **** named Jamal
Mackin' hoes in the tight clothes with pretty toes
Kickin' flows for all the rowdy bros and it goes, look
1, 2, to the breaker 1-9-9-5
Jamal representin', keep it live
It don't matter how I come on these funk raw tracks with raps
We 'bout to still make snaps
We got bitches for days, rich as it pays
Damn, shit's changed since back in the days (Get money)
In my mouth is where the blunt stays blazed
And I get dazed to kick a phrase to amaze
I'm gettin' busier, leavin' hoes dizzier
Than they even been with the grown men
Is he a straight looney type of **** that'll drop the temperature?
Bitch, I ain't really into you
[Verse 2]
To all the tramp gold-diggers
(Keep it real, y'all, gotta keep it real, y'all)
(Keep it real, y'all, gotta keep it real, y'all)
To all the misrepresenters
(Keep it real, y'all, gotta keep it real, y'all)
(Keep it real, y'all, gotta keep it real, y'all)
To all the bitch-ass ****
(Keep it real, y'all, gotta keep it real, y'all)
(Keep it real, y'all, gotta keep it real, y'all)
To all the tramp gold-diggers
(Keep it real, y'all, gotta keep it real, y'all)
(Keep it real, y'all, gotta keep it real, y'all)
[Verse 3]
I drop the lines and blow your mind, y'all
When I be comin' on that ill tip
My whole crew pack nines, don't make me have to kill shit
Uh, I bring the flavor to you ear
Smash and trash MCs from the front to the rear
In '95 until, I still kick the ill lyrical miracles
Leavin' rappers hysterical
I keep it raw, and when I got the gat, I hit them all
And on the M-I-C, I rip 'em all
Yeah, word up, this is dedicated to my peeps
On 6-0 and 6-1, on the Illedelphiatic streets
Take it to the recently deceased
H-Town, Tall D, rest in peace (Word is bond, yo)
As the beat heat up, psychotic thoughts starts to lead up
I got the sauce to make the Billboard bullet speed up
Yo, word up, right on, Jamal gots the vibe, y'all
And that's the deal on the real, I gets ill, y'all
It's Philly's finest behind this, doin' damage
No matter how scandalous, they can't handle this
(Handle what?) Underground sound
I stick my dick in the ground then I turn the whole world around
And blow the sun up, word is bond, we blow the sun up
****, they run up, tryna stop the come up and get done up
Put your guns up, I blaze your buns up when I rock your spot
****, they all stiff when the red dots to they knot
[Verse 4]
To all the tramp gold-diggers
(Keep it real, y'all, gotta keep it real, y'all)
(Keep it real, y'all, gotta keep it real, y'all)
To all the misrepresenters
(Keep it real, y'all, gotta keep it real, y'all)
(Keep it real, y'all, gotta keep it real, y'all)
To all the bitch-ass ****
(Keep it real, y'all, gotta keep it real, y'all)
(Keep it real, y'all, gotta keep it real, y'all)
To all the tramp gold-diggers
(Keep it real, y'all, gotta keep it real, y'all)
(Keep it real, y'all, gotta keep it real, y'all)
To all the misrepresenters
(Keep it real, y'all, gotta keep it real, y'all)
(Keep it real, y'all, gotta keep it real, y'all)
To all the bitch-ass ****
(Keep it real, y'all, gotta keep it real, y'all)
(Keep it real, y'all, gotta keep it real, y'all)
(Keep it real, y'all, gotta keep it real, y'all)
(Keep it real, y'all, gotta keep it real, y'all)
Written by: Erick Sermon, Jamal