Rap Promoter
It's a fly love song
To the effect of nothing, effective fronting
Is what I don't allow so let me tell you something
I am a bonafide
Not too modest and not a lot of pride
Soon to have a ride and a home to reside
If my mama is sick, I'm by her bedside
Used to watch the show on Channel 4 called Riptide
Wash my wears in Tide 'cause it's too damn cold out-tide
That's how the running goes
If there ain't no dough then there ain't no show
So take your roly-poly fat promoter (ass)
To the Chemical Bank, and get my cash
If you wanna see the people scream and laugh
You best Quest, you ask the Quest, you ask real fast
'Cause I don't wanna see 'em, start bucking
Throwing chairs in the air while you be ducking
What, what? Don't step to me with that
If you promoting a show, make sure it ain't wack
Or else I'm leaving ("Let me tell you")
I'm leaving ("Let me tell you")
I'm leaving ("Let me tell you")
Your wack show
Yo, man, what's up with that?
Yo, don't sweat me
C'mon, five hundred, that was the deal
C'mon man, don't try to play me out
We don't need you, sorry!
And the Abstract rapper says
I want chicken and orange juice, that's what's on my rider
And my occasional potato by Ore-Ida
Don't forget my pastry, make sure they're tasty
I'm not the type to be pushy or hasty
See, I'm the type of bro that's reared in the ghetto
Took a few shorts before
Now the only ones I take are the ones that I wear
Ain't taking no shorts no more, now
Please act properly before I call the Crime stoppers
Don't dip in the dough, 'cause that's a no-no
Make sure you count your money really slow
Be alert, look alive, and act like you know
It's the '90s, time to make moves
Not the '80s, do away witcha womb
So what? You got a crew
I got one too, they're called the Brooklyn Zu
Don't break fool, let's be reserved and cool
We don't have to act like we are in grade school
Just make sure that we're taken care of
And we'll do a fly show for ya bub, check it out
Diggy dang diggy dang gi-dang gi-dang diggy diggy
Dang diggy dang gi-dang gi-dang diggy diggy
Dang diggy dang gi-dang gi-dang diggy diggy
Dang diggy dang gi-dang gi-dang diggy dig
To the effect of nothing, effective fronting
Is what I don't allow so let me tell you something
I am a bonafide
Not too modest and not a lot of pride
Soon to have a ride and a home to reside
If my mama is sick, I'm by her bedside
Used to watch the show on Channel 4 called Riptide
Wash my wears in Tide 'cause it's too damn cold out-tide
That's how the running goes
If there ain't no dough then there ain't no show
So take your roly-poly fat promoter (ass)
To the Chemical Bank, and get my cash
If you wanna see the people scream and laugh
You best Quest, you ask the Quest, you ask real fast
'Cause I don't wanna see 'em, start bucking
Throwing chairs in the air while you be ducking
What, what? Don't step to me with that
If you promoting a show, make sure it ain't wack
Or else I'm leaving ("Let me tell you")
I'm leaving ("Let me tell you")
I'm leaving ("Let me tell you")
Your wack show
Yo, man, what's up with that?
Yo, don't sweat me
C'mon, five hundred, that was the deal
C'mon man, don't try to play me out
We don't need you, sorry!
And the Abstract rapper says
I want chicken and orange juice, that's what's on my rider
And my occasional potato by Ore-Ida
Don't forget my pastry, make sure they're tasty
I'm not the type to be pushy or hasty
See, I'm the type of bro that's reared in the ghetto
Took a few shorts before
Now the only ones I take are the ones that I wear
Ain't taking no shorts no more, now
Please act properly before I call the Crime stoppers
Don't dip in the dough, 'cause that's a no-no
Make sure you count your money really slow
Be alert, look alive, and act like you know
It's the '90s, time to make moves
Not the '80s, do away witcha womb
So what? You got a crew
I got one too, they're called the Brooklyn Zu
Don't break fool, let's be reserved and cool
We don't have to act like we are in grade school
Just make sure that we're taken care of
And we'll do a fly show for ya bub, check it out
Diggy dang diggy dang gi-dang gi-dang diggy diggy
Dang diggy dang gi-dang gi-dang diggy diggy
Dang diggy dang gi-dang gi-dang diggy diggy
Dang diggy dang gi-dang gi-dang diggy dig
Credits
Writer(s): Malik Izaak Taylor, Ali Shaheed Jones-muhammad, Kamaal Ibn John Fareed
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